If You Think Someone Actually Lives Inside The Astor Place Cube You're An Asshole

Alright look I’ll admit when I first opened this up I was like “Get the fuck out! This is absurd!” Then like 20 seconds later I promptly realized I was a fucking asshole for ever contemplating this was real. Nobody lives inside the goddam Astor Place Cube. Nobody has a toilet and electricity and a dart board and a kitchen and a hammock inside a big metal cube in the middle of the street. Getting spun around by every drunk asshole stumbling to the subway. For sure not.

But I’ll tell you what – wherever he did make that little clubhouse, that thing is awesome. Cozy as fuck. Sure you’re Dutch Ovening yourself every time you fart or shit. And not much room to stretch out or anything. But as far as little treehouse hangouts go, that shit is top notch. Looks like something the Lost Boys lived in up in Neverland. Ultimate fort. I wouldn’t mind having a closet designed that way that I can just go hang out in whenever I wanna get away.

But no, folks, nobody lives inside the Astor Place cube.

PS – I will admit though, I have no idea where he’s stick his head out of here: