A local, but hidden secret skateboard spot only known by locals of the part of Howell, NJ called "Ramtown". Consists of a Mini- Ramp with talented spray paint on it, which located in the woods. All types of kids hangout there and smoke, skate and sometimes even have sex.
Old Wharf Road in Dennisport Ma. called this not because of kidnappings but because of the availablity of young girls in large amounts all looking for boys in hot cars. It was a reference to the desired part of the young womans anatomy, It has been called this for as long as i have been alive and at least into the early forties according to cousins older than I it was a stretch of road that ran between several "campgrounds" Large groups of cabins that had started out as tent sights and has turned into cabin villages. these were often rented out for family vacations and all the kids would go out at night and wander on "snatch alley"
where you going tonight ? i amheading up to snatch alley to find some
Wherever there is a big candidates' debate there is Spin Alley. After the debate, journalists have to write stories, produce TV packages. For this they need quotes and authorized knowers who can talk on camera.
There to provide such are the spinners: hired guns, stand-ins, soulmates who agree to meet the press after the debate to explain why their candidate "won." Of course this is a verdict known in advance; however that fact too is known in advance, so no one really minds. Spin Alley will live again in whatever large, air-conditioned room is next designated for the ritual. Unless it's stopped.
After the debate, I took the press shuttle back to the media center -- and to the small section therein blatantly designated "Spin Alley," ringed on three sides by bare-bones makeshift broadcast platforms and stuffed to capacity with reporters, camera crews and politicos. Everywhere you looked there were clusters of media people surrounding spinners and surrogates, whose names were printed on laminated red signs held high above the crowd by aides. I felt like I was standing in the middle of one of my own damn cartoons come to life.
A bad state of being. Often has to do with ones living situation. Often, an upstanding or wealthy individual who has gone from riches to rags, lost purpose, a job, family, or become an addict.
After my bosses wife and kidsleft him, he began to drink and now lives in one bedroom apartment on "Shitters Alley".