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Happy Hour Drain -- Municipal Graffiti

Drain type: Municipal Drain, above average size, above average intrusions.
Year: 1978(?)
Region: Residential Suburbia.
Drain accessibility: Low, the down stream entrance is currently impenetrable; one must enter via a manhole near a busy intersection. [Note: Since this write-up, the manholes have been sealed for some distance, so don't count on getting in anywhere near the downstream end.]
Drain exitability: Also low, unless of course you are willing to pop a manhole on a busy street. [See above.]
Traversability: Awesome at first, however, it slowly becomes a standard municipal drain. Other than having a few more junctions and the like.
Interesting features: Graffiti, and lots of it. It has a great deal of evidence of past exploration, including evidence of the mysterious "Mouser".
Hazards: You should assume the usual hazards, oxygen deprivation and the like, however, past visitors have lit candles, and assumingly held parties (in which they may have hot-boxed [as it were] a manhole chamber).
Recommendation: It's welded shut, of course I can't say open it... but...

The Happy Hour Drain
One day I was talking to a classmate about infiltration. He claimed to know where a "good drain" was. I assumed it was like every other "good drain" a civilian (as opposed to a UEC member) had suggested --you know those 914mm municipal feces filled drains. However, I am an ambitious, ingenious, resourceful, clever, brainy, ballsy, cunning girl -- and being such, I decided to check it out. I brought along Flame0ut and Grebin, since I am the one with the car I can say that. My classmate told me that this drain was located in a park, not too far from my house in a area called "Victoria Woods", so we packed up and went on our way. Once we reached our not so far away destination we all departed the vehicle, we found our self walking past a field full of people -- people we knew. It just so happened that students from my former school (which Grebin is still attending) had a soccer game. So, we walked past and down the hill where we found the drain. The entrance was approximately six feet high by six feet wide, and covered with Graffiti.


This is a view of the down stream entrance of the drain, secured and taged heavly.

So, with our meager tools:
- 12inch pry bard
- large rock
- (later) a sledge mallet
- Grebin
We tried with all our might to get in -- even the ninja-style Queens method, however, we failed.


That and some old man started to watch us. Being the persistent people that we are, we looked for manholes, that too failed. It was finally decided that we needed better tools, so onwards to Princess Auto. Whatever did we find there? Well, a four foot pry bar -- now called "The Urban Quarterstaff" and a reflective vest. Once we got back to the drain it was dark, it was decided that one of us would wait in the car with once of the two-way radios. So, since it is my car, I did. Grebin and Flame0ut went on their merry way whilst I waited discontentedly. Soon Flame0ut radioed me saying that there was no way that they could get in, then came the message that he had just done the major no-no of UEC... He dropped one person into a drain that we did not know the layout of with one flash light and closed the manhole cover. Luckily Grebin is a ninja, he told Flame0ut to meet him at the entrance with the Urban Quarterstaff and give it to him. So he did. Grebin popped the manhole cover subsided and came back to the car. We decided that we would come back another day, since we probably had woken up the entire neighborhood.

The next day we came back with the Urban Quarterstaff and the reflective safety vest. Grebin popped a manhole which he and Flame0ut had found the previous night. This time we had brought Dain Bramaged with us, we all scuttled down into the drain and broke out the flashlights. Soon we were on our way down stream, where the majority of the graffiti is.


Mushrooms! That's right, they were just growing out of the space between two RCPs. Apparently they don't need much light to grow, they were near the down stream entrance -- so I would assume they get some light.

On our way we found lots of not so pretty language and warnings not to come any further.


"beware of Rossa", not colourful language, humorous nontheless.


"Hello"!


"We know you've been here you dumb fucks! Come any further and this time you won't leave", a warning from previous visitors.

Finally we hit the down stream entrance and photographed the graffiti, since that was done we decide to go up stream.


Here is the down stream entrance, Grebin stares at his forbidding foe in a hateful manner!

Once we reached the second manhole chamber, which is large we found a great deal of awesome graffiti. The style seems to be a goth/raver/poet/druggie brand, which made things quite interesting.


"Exit", or rather "No Exit".

This tunnel had a junction, we had a choice between the tunnel of Sex or the tunnel of Jizz, we opted for the "Tunnel of Sex".


Here lies the tunnel of Sex, which we decided to explore.


...and the aforementioned "Tunnel of Jizz".


"In the hallowed halls of the underworld death reaches the deaf ear" -- he loved it.


"Mouser" We have found this tag (or handle) in two drains in are area now. Possible drainer? Maybe...


"Party Spot" Enough said?


Many broken beer bottles remain, possibly a remnants of the party.

At the second chamber of the tunnel of Sex (which is small) we found little graffiti.


Graffiti telling us to "smoke weed". As well, that this was in fact tunnel two, to which I replied "Hooray".

The third chamber was much the same, but this time we noticed (for the first time) that there was wax. WAX! Bloody wax! [That is to say, someone had lit candles down here.] After we saw that there was not much doubt that they were not drainers. I mean, oxygen deprivation, methane -- man.


"Smoke Weed", again.


Wax!


On our way to the fourth chamber we found some cement, only held up by a strip of iron.

Anyhow, we moved on to the fourth chamber. The fourth chamber was much larger than the the previous two and had a good deal more graffiti. In this chamber we tried to pop a manhole, it did not seem like it was on a busy street. Repeated attempts failed to pop the manhole, so Grebin went to the next chamber, we waited in the fourth one, then a bus ran over the manhole. I suppose it was a good thing that we did not open that one.


"Black Hearts", oh boy.


Looks like there is no going back for us.


Here is a shot of one of the tunnels in the chamber four junction, we figure that the people who visited here were frequent vistors.


The other tunnel is "The Tunnel of Severe Pain Head".


Dain Bramaged sits with the Urban Quarterstaff and Grebin with his shower cap.

Grebin went ahead to the fifth chamber and yelled back not to bother coming further, so we didn't. Back we went to the first junction, there we were about to leave, Grebin had even popped the manhole. Then we saw arrows pointing to the "Tunnel of Jizz" saying "Party Spot"(see above photo). When we saw that we figured that there maybe a huge chamber awaiting us. We only went to the first chamber, Grebin had recieved some nasty wounds that needed to be cleaned ASAP.

The exit was pretty good, as we were coming out there were quite a few students from Grebin's school, who just gave him a weird look. We all got out and then closed the manhole, then made our way back to the car. We cleaned Grebin up and then he went to work (at an middle-class[well...] department store).

And that is the story of the Happy Hour Drain.

-Asher

[Flame0ut notes: we all lubber the Happy Hour so much that it'll very likely be added to the regular UEC Drains O' Barrie Tour that we occasionally haul acquaintances along on, previously consisting of Queen's, Trashy, and, for the more persistent, the MANWHORE.]



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