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PHOTO BY STEVEN "SCUBA" STEWART
Piles of broken glass, bricks, plastic bottles,
and rusting road signs have been swept
away to make room for launch ramps, rails,
ledges, a bump, banks, a hip, and a rounded
wedge. Acording to Daniel “DIY Dan” Rastatter, Slums Lot is crawling with massive
spider by day and pimps, hookers, and
crackheads by night. Boxed in by a chain
link fence, a patch of scrub grass leading to
the partially dismantled shell of a former
motel, and two Jersey barriers that separate
the lot from an alley and a construction
equipment staging area, Slums Lot is visible
to anyone driving past. “People honk,
they’re excited,” Rastatter says, amused.
“One guy yells, ‘Suck my dick!’ every time
he drives by.”