Philadelphia was kind to me, until i broke my hip on her cold hard shoulder. I found Massif(!) drains (still in spate from heavy rainfall), reccied three empty powerplants and located two abandoned underground stations. This one is just off the Ben Franklin Bridge (which i was advised against trying to climb as its COVERED in cameras). He's the guy on the US 'hun'red dolla bill yo' (which i never saw as every cash machine insisted on giving me fucking Jacksons. If id wanted twenties, id've stayed in the UK!), son of a Massachusetts Puritan who became part of the American Enlightenment and President of Pennsylvania.Next to his namesake bridge, which despite coming from Camden, New Jersey (i booked a motel there, got shot at and then recovered from the experience by buying 700ml of Everclear... then eating Wendy's) had a reasonable amount of traffic in both directions, is Franklin Square.Beneath this eponymous square is an abandoned PATCO station... named after the square, named after our man Franklin. See, the PATCO... is a 'high speed' train line designed to get you 'THE FUCK' out of Camden (cos i know i would wanna be) except, being North America, 'high speed' means the same as 'City Rail' and all Sydneysiders know that this means 40mph at best...As with City Rail, the PATCO is slow... and irregular... but unlike City Rail (thank fuck too), its 24 hours!This is good in case you need to escape Camden, New Jersey cos you got some cunt shooting at you at 4am. After all, its the worst CITY in the USA for GUN CRIME. (If only Camden in London was the same. Woulda made my three years easier. Way easier to dodge bullets than hipster fuckwits) But awkward for exploring live lines. Especially when theres bugger all timetable.Anyways. I reccied the drains. Looked at the Eagle River Power Station and then some... then descended upon the rail lines at the Philly end of the BF Bridge. Straight up... CAMERA! Fearful, i ran. Fearfully, i dodged a train. Shitting myself, i took this picture.Then i exited, headed towards the abandoned Spring Garden subway station, climbed down a hole in the ground, lost my grip, fell 9ft and broke my acetabulum...And so... at the start of this entry, i stated Philadelphia was kind to me. It was. Sure the cheesewhizz Philly Cheesesteaks tasted like SHIT, but in the end i would like to thank the doctors and nurses at Hahnemann University Hospital for doing such an amazing repair job. Its been just short of a year and im walking around like i always did.Additionally, thank you to Barack Obama, as it was his Government that paid my medical expenses.Then theres the men at Engine 13 of the Philly Fire Dept, whom without, i wouldnt have these last images. See i left my camera in their vehicle after they rescued me. Then weeks later they very kindly mailed me not just the roll of film, but my broken camera... to Manitoba, Canada!Philadelphia... i will be inside you...One day.Like Brotherly Love.