September 2, 2011

EV Grieve has written about a guy in the East Village who parks an RV outside of his apartment building, check out the post here. EV Grieve commenter Larry Slade left a comment within the post saying that the Daily News recently did an article featuring the owner and the RV. I followed the link and it turns out the guy who owns it lives nearby where he parks it and treats it like a living room on the street. His name is Ron Britt and he’s quoted as saying he wants the interior to feel like a Texas whoreshouse. It also says he’s a singer in a disco/blues band. Okay, I’m intrigued and would like to meet this guy and maybe hang out in the RV and have a few beers. If he’s not inside, maybe we can find his apartment. At the very least, it’s near the Chillmaster Lair, so if all else fails, maybe we can roust The Chillmaster. Only one way to find out and that’s to get going to the East Village.

Off we go, into the wild dark yonder.

And down into the bowels of the subway system.

Ha! Check out the sign. "The Fun Is Back In Coney Island." That's true for this weekend, but the fun will be long gone next year as the Boardwalk gets turned into a land of sports bars and coffee shops.

Anybody else see the irony here? Anybody? Anyone? Bueller ... Bueller... Bueller...

Okay, here we are, the East Village, off to find the Free Willie RV!

There's a band playing at Boca Chica tonight. They've got a full house here.

And look, it's an RV, this doesn't look like the Free Willie one though.

This isn't the Free Willie, I read that Ron has two RV's and this is his secondary one, "Old Flat Top." Two RV's in New York City, that's pretty nuts!

Ha! There's a giraffe behind the wheel. I'd really like to meet this guy!

I walked up and down the block and can't find the Free Willie RV. I wonder if he's out on a road trip for the Labor Day weekend?

Another crazy thing is he's got his phone number on the RV. I blocked a few numbers out. Hey, you want to call him, you make the trip here, I'm not a walking white pages here!

So I called him and sure as shit on a shingle, it's his number. I got his answering machine and left a message. I sounded real pathetic on the message, for some reason I can't memorize my cell phone number, so I always leave messages saying, "I don't know what my cell phone number is, but hopefully you've got it and will call me back." I don't get a lot of return calls. But that's okay with me.

On the message I told him I'd wait at the corner for a while, so I got four beers to drink while waiting.

They forgot to put a brown bag in with the beer, so I decided fuck it, I'm drinking them bareback style on the sidewalk. Breakin' the law!

Well, I waited twenty minutes and never heard anything, so I thought I'd mosey down to the Chillmaster Lair and see what's shaking.

Ahh, the window is closed. Oh well, I'm down to my last beer anyway...hey, let's go drink it at the Mars Bar while it's still there.

It's just a couple blocks away.

It's still here. It'll be a sad day when it's not on this corner.

To the Mars Bar! Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

Further reading: EV Grieve, Celeb Stoner, NY Press and Mish Mosh New York.

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