If this is that hot mess up in Easton, last time I was there I fell through the motherfuckin' floor. The splintered wood jabbed into my legs and kept me from falling too far. I bled all over my fuckin' socks but I just poured some beer on it and finished another few hours of adventuring and photo-snappage.
Holy shit, a lot of those floors were rotting! It was a couple of awesome visits but that was before it was being refurbished into some kind of artist's enclave. We wormed that sonofabitch like maggots in a meat mound and covered it pretty good for all we could see that wasn't collapsing in on itself. Nice underground shit too.