I’ve decided to stay underground. Since the last time I wrote over a month ago, I’ve gotten rid of everything I have (but my laptop) and transplanted myself somewhere within a 2 mile radius of Penn Station.. I think..  This wasn’t expected.

I’m not sure why I decided to go back under. I think I was just drawn back. I’ve been accepted and plan on staying indefinitely. I persuaded my “group” as I’ll refer to them, to let me maintain this web-log about our life here, as long as nothing is given away that identifies where we live.

Its weird how this went from youtube videos, to rants on hipsters, to general subway chaos, to me living underground. We decided as a group that other people from our group want to communicate with the ny above ground. We’re all going to use this page to do it.  Some of my group write poetry that they want to share. Some of them just want to write something that someone else might read.

I plan on documenting what happens here. Not sure what to write about first. Its not really up to me actually. I’m on the laptop now with “Jack” looking over my shoulder. He presses publish. So - we’ll see how this goes.

As is turns out, there is no internet access underground yet.  Yes, I’ve been away for close to a month conducting an in depth study of those living underground in subway tunnels and “other” passageways throughout the layers below Manhattan’s busy streets.

First, my apologies to my faithful readers who have been steadily commenting and wondering where I am. @XanaxForFree - thanks for leaving so many comments. You’ve got a lot of interesting things to say and your links really kick ass. Please keep participating.  @ nursingxxxblabla - I’m not really sure what to say about you.  You’re one sick fuck. I like you.

Now on to my findings.

Yes, there is an entire population that lives underground, literally underground in Manhattan. At first, I thought it would be easy to find these people. I would simply slip into a subway tunnel and walk around until someone tried to stab me. Not so easy. I backpacked for a good three days before finding my first entrance. I later learned there are only four entrances into the real underground in the entire city and this is the reason it has remained to secluded.

The reality is, I’m not supposed to be here right now. Once you’re in, you’re in. You can only come topside when you gain enough rank and can be trusted to come back. This takes about three years. I have no threats against me, and I have nothing to fear from my escape. But it was an escape. There is no threat because the people I lived with know that anyone reading this or listening to what I have to say just simply won’t beleive me and my story will never gain any sort of credibility to trigger an investigation. Three of the four entrances I know of are only known to me from an underground perspective and I would never be able to find them from the top. The one I escaped from - who knows. Its too much for me to think about right now or even think about going back to.

I watched several others try to leave, but they were either persuaded to stay or “held” against their will. There’s too much to write about and I’m tired. I literally got out yesterday, slept for 12 hours, and am now catching up on lilsubway.

What I lived for the past 3 weeks has been the most bizarre period of my life. I read “The Mole People” before I went in. This book is bullshit. It is a fake. Nothing in that book actually happens in real life. There are no cannibals. The inhabitants of the underground eat regular food that you and I eat. They drink bottled water. Its basically a cult. I’m exhausted.

More to come soon. Glad I’m back.

Just want to share some original thoughts I had.

If, knock on wood, I were ever to find myself homeless, I would turn to my family, or friends, or some type of shelter. However, I understand that not everyone has these options and I’m not really hating on the homeless, but WHY must they use the subway cars to sleep and take up 2-3 seats when doing so?! During RUSH HOUR!!! Subway cars are crowded enough in the mornings or in the evenings and it really pisses me off when I see a homeless person sleeping on 2-3 seats. No one is going to tap him/her on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me sir, but I would like sit here.” And this is because no one wants to sit on those seats after they have seen a homeless person sprawled out across them. Don’t we have some type of MTA security or NYPD who can patrol the cars and prevent this from happening? Think of the poor old people who need a seat, or the pregnant people, or the young women in stilettos. They all need to sit more than that homeless person needs a nap. And don’t get all on me for being a hater because you know you are thinking the same thing!

lol - Its always entertaining when the ignorant share their opinions about those labeled “Homeless”.   If I were ever homeless..??!!  I would do this->  ?  Man, that just sounds like a question - statement combo that should never be made.

Reference.

This is the hottest hipster I’ve ever seen. Her sporty essence and ultra hipster look gave me a huge woody in the subway.

God, I love you. Jesus, you too. I know that being a jew pretty much seals my deal as far as after I’m dead. I pretty much rot forever. BUT!, please consider how useful I would be in heaven because this Winehouse chick is jewish too… And I bet she only likes jews… You know what I’m getting at? Okay. good.

If you saw THE HAPPENING, the title of this post might lead you to beleive I really enjoyed the movie because everyone ends up slowly and carefully blowing their brains out. What a great movie… The plants made people kill themselves to fight off global warming. Wow. Thanks M Nigh Shamaly. Great idea. You’re so creative I can hardly stand it!

Let’s get down to it. I knew parts of this movie were filmed in NYC. I also knew it was about people offing themselves. So you can imagine how disappointed I was when I sat through the whole movie and didn’t see one NYC subway suicide. That’s the only reason I went to see it. I know it got negative 7 stars, but I still went. The only thing that kept me going was Marky-Mark saying “Whhhhaaaat!?, Whhhhhereeeee!??” over and over.