I used to live in this distressed apartment in the avenues of salt lake. If you climbed on the roof you could see all the way to west valley. one time I came home to see a fellow resident named Eric being compleatly confused at the functioning of the screen door leading to the roof. He was tottaly insane and on lsd at the time. we used to sit in front of the mall where teh punks hung out and he used to tell me stories of when he was in the salt lake valley watching Brigham Young and the pioneers come down immigration valley for the first time. He saw them settle and begin to form a community. I one asked Eric what the strangest thing he ever saw and he said, I saw somebody lie." I don't think he was crazy at that moment, rather without prejudice. One day eric decided to move out of the building and was shouting with his brother about how they wouldn't be able to pay rent if eric wasn't there to sign the checks. Eric's brother broke open the coin box on the washing machine in the basement for cigarette money. I had to do my laundry further in to the avenues at a laundry mat where the machines fought you every step of the way, coin in coin out. It was a toss up whether you would actually leave with clean clothes or what you ever had in mind of how things normally operate in a laundromat.

this is what they have driven me to.