Now that Williamsburg has turned into a post-apocalyptic-halted-condo-construction wasteland it’s attracting a nasty infestation: Gutter Punks. From The Daily News [via]:
Heroin-addict hobos from around the country are overrunning hipster haven Williamsburg – living in stalled luxury condo projects in the trendy Brooklyn neighborhood.
The squatters, from middle-class families, hop freight trains to the city, where they can earn up to $150 a day panhandling in Manhattan. At night, like plenty of other borough commuters, they return to their homes: grubby hideaways inside boarded-up lots that pock the once-booming neighborhood.
“I’ve got to sleep somewhere, and I might as well do it in Williamsburg,” said Stuart, 22, a Florida college dropout.
The admitted alcoholic and heroin user makes $15 an hour panhandling in Union Square, holding a sign that reads “Traveling Broke and Sexy.”
“The girls here like it that I’m dirty and I ride trains,” he added.
The vagrants – who also call themselves “crusty punks” – swarmed into Williamsburg this spring, drawn by open-minded young people and vacant lots.
Packs of punks and their mangy dogs clog Bedford Ave. in the evenings. They sprawl drunkenly on the sidewalk and heckle hipsters for money and cigarettes.
“There’s a big crowd of us here,” said Sethry, 20, of Portland, Ore., lounging near North Ninth St. one recent night. “Every night it’s a party with all our friends.”
Ew. Can we fumigate? Given the excess of crusty-ass beards and plaid in the neighborhood, it’s no wonder they feel at home.
Williamsboard has a huge thread on this nasty phenomenon.
Williamsburg’s very own Gutter Punks, “BB Guns” (l.) and “Robert” (r.): If you see these two don’t give them money and, it should go without saying, but don’t give them sex either.