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Despite the crime, I actually enjoyed living in Asbury Park. Sure, my wife and I had a heroin addict living above us, and sure, we had a lap top, a washer, a drier, and bicycle stolen, but the town did have it’s charms. It’s the one town that has, even during it’s large scale ressurection, a lot of weird things that possibly wait around the corner. Like weird-ass graffiti. Much of that, as developers start throwing up their condos, is dissapearing.

At the present, there are still a number of homless people, and since Convention Hall is elevated off the beach, plenty of them sleep beneath the building. One can venture down there on many days and find all sorts of weird garbage. Then, there’s always this face on one of the support pillars.

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