Friday, February 23, 2007

yes, sir, mr. police man

Today was an adventure!

I went outside, decided it was a beautiful day and that I should do something to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine. So I called my friend and we determined that we should spend the afternoon exploring an intriguing abandoned insane asylum. We gathered video camera, warm clothes and sturdy shoes to head out. As we passed the large, posted 'no trespassing' sign we decided it would be best to park the car in the back, but didn't really think much of the consequences this adventure could impart. We took some time to explore the outer limits of the building, an impressive brick structure, 4 stories high, with barred and covered windows in most areas. There were large piles of debris accumulating in some areas- air vents, pipes, bricks and wood - seperated and rising several stories above the ground. The brick pile happened to lead directly to an open window, so we strapped the camera on carefully and scrambled up into the building. It is certainly run down- paint peeling, wires hanging haphazardly and no doors or windows remaining- but we still got a sense of what it had been like. The rooms were cramped, and would have been far more so with furniture in them. One room had debris piled outside the window completely blocking it- this seemed to depict exactly the trapped feeling someone in an insane asylum would have. There was also an avalanche of bricks that was precariously positioned in one staircase, I could imagine all too easily kicking one brick out of the way and the entire building coming crashing through that doorway. When our camera battery died and we decided to leave, I came down the brick pile first. My friend jokingly asked if her car was still there, and when I poked my head around the corner to check, I saw it was, with a police officer looking into it! We played innocent girls just looking to take some pictures of the pretty buildings and managed to get off with a warning. He asked if we knew trespassing there was an arrestable offense (which I certainly hadn't thought deeply about) and ran our licenses to make sure that there was no warrant out for our arrest. Then he told us not to come back, and if we did, not to get caught, because the warning was filed and the next time we would get arrested.

Usually I hate playing the helpless girl card, and I disprove it on a regular basis, but once again it came in useful that with my brightly colored hat and innocent smile I look about as harmless as a butterfly. I hope warnings don't come up on CORIs, although it would be fun to explain.

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