the squat we found in providence i've only slept in once so far, mainly cause we knew it had been a spot for crackheads and junkies to do their shit in. while hanging out in there one afternoon, 3 of us were on the second floor just having a few beers. we always locked the only door to the place too, but there's a shitty fire escape (it's a ladder like 7 feet off the ground to a small "porch" outside the window of the room on the second floor where we were chillin). someone who obviously noticed the locked door climbed up and looked in and saw us. we heard him say "holy shit theres people here" to someone else we couldnt see, then they were gone.
that kinda shit makes me sketchy about trying to make this place is sweet home for me in providence. i don't wanna hafta sleep with my knife ready over some spot. granted, maybe it was "their spot" first. really, i'm hoping to maybe even meet some of the people who've used the place in the past and figure something out. who knows.