...am exploiting the story for click bait.
My uncle really did kill his wife; I wouldn't lie for click bait - I have more journalistic integrity than that. It happened in the early 80's, and he somehow only did three years in prison. Not even a real prison - he was at the Old Atlanta Prison Farm. I was really little when he was there, but my mom described it as a not-so-bad place where my uncle found his passion for horticulture.
Jennifer Brett of the Atlanta Journal & Constitution wrote an article about it last year, and last week suggested the location to me. I was stunned to learn it is located 2.4 miles from my house in East Atlanta. Given it's proximity to my house, the suggestion by Jennifer, the association with my uncle, and the fact that it is a bunch of decrepit buildings with graffiti on them, there was no way I was NOT going to do a post about it.
Jennifer's article talks about how the site is a favorite for film makers, and as Atlanta Proxifan, I had my excuse for writing this post. The 2014 movie Sabotage (Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sam Worthington) used the location for filming. Her article also has a fantastic photo of her interviewing an actor from an indie movie that was filming there. The actor is completely decked out in horror makeup, and Jennifer's expression is priceless (please note: she specifically said he was a really nice guy).
So this place is incredibly creepy. In recent years it sustained a structure fire, so going up to the second level was very stupid, as the floors could fall through at any moment. I got some GREAT photos, though.
The mosquitoes were insane there, swarming all over the place, and practically the size of birds. Speaking of birds (NAILED that segue), this happened:
There are some very fine examples of street art all over the place, too. In the photo below, you can spend hours analyzing what exactly was intended by an image of a cliche Native American woman holding a dream catcher emblazoned with the Confederate flag and a giant marijuana leaf.
The place really is not safe, but is so fascinating, I fought all of my grown-up instincts and went into the various buildings anyway.
It is extremely eerie there, and I was already on edge from all the shit the place dragged up from my past.
Fun fact: if you are ever uncomfortable with how happy you are feeling, you can read my memoir about my uber-fucked up family, and that will bring you right down.
I thought for sure I'd find a dead person around every corner, or obscured by every shadow, but I never did. I also didn't look very hard. I did, however, take a lot of photos, and if you'd like to see some additional ones, check out my Instagram account.
Special thanks to Jennifer Brett for the locations suggestion!