Are you kidding? You can probably still find my DNA somewhere in the douchey thing they turned it into. Remember that deli next door and all the people standing outside drinking buckets of water at 4am?
That couldn't have been in the 80's. I didn't move down below Houston until maybe 15 years ago and even then it was super-sketchy. I remember standing in the median on Houston Street waiting for friends to come back from buying crack on Stanton. Back then, unless you were buying crack, white boys didn't cross Houston.