bcmark

Today I finally stumbled across a few print issues of a zine I'd been looking for for over a year: Infiltration. I guess I could've ordered issues online, but that's just too easy.

I've always had this insane fascination with going places I'm not supposed to be. This zine brings up some great memories of old adventures: the time we infiltrated the Trinity Broadcasting Network headquarters, with my Satanist friend dressed as a priest, complete with collar, and me in a suit; the time we broke into the offices of some abandoned lumberyard (it was like a weird house, but everything was vandalized and busted out and super spooky inside); the time we lucked into an unlocked door that led to a part of a mall that was scheduled to be demolished (it was partitioned off with a huge plywood wall, and we had the entire wing of the mall to ourselves. All of the shops were unlocked, though most were empty. That was the scariest mission; it was super dark because the partition extended all the way to the ceiling, and it was dusk, and all the sounds from the functional part of the mall were amplified and echoed throughout our side); and the scary abandoned strip mall with the single spooky light on in the back room, with no one inside.

Those were great times.

You know, I bet there are some places in Portland that are ripe for the pickings, though I'm not quite as eager to wind up in jail as I used to be. It seems like at some point you reach an age where it becomes too embarrassing to explain to an officer why you were trying to get on the roof of some empty building via the dumpster, and that honestly, you're a good guy, not a vandal.

Fortunately, I don't think I've reached that age just yet.

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Addendum: a friend sent me this great link, too: Abandoned Places