so there was this little coffee chop on 3rd south in salt lake city that became so much more than a coffee shop. it is now been transformed into a pf changs. it was called Bandaloops. bandaloops evolved in its short time to be a haven for the forgotten and just a place to go when there was no where else to be. the coffee was interesting to put it bluntly. besides the normal brews they would "invent" a new blend every night and it often turned out to be ok. The workers there were stoic, I mean the stuff they saw every night I just cant imagine how they would either try to stop themselves from grinning or just plain run for cover. I remember ne night I wandered in and before the goth took my order I noticed that his face was badly bruised from a fight. these were not tolerant times in the cities history mind you. There was a jar at the counter that held random cigarettes that you could buy for 10 cents  do you think they would ever card you? no. Bandaloops was a great place to go after seeing a show at the famous speedway club. I remember walking to bandaloops after I say a band called Soundgarden and sat down with a friend named matt and casually informing him I had drooped some acid earlier. This was just a typical subject. One girl next to me remarked, "I think Im going to stop sniffing glue." the people were the highlight. so many characters. the cafe had two rules, 1. no pan handeling  and 2. you had to spend 60 cents an hour in order to hang around. 60 cents is the cost of a coffee refill. this rule became the liscence to where just about any one to stay and get warm or arrange their next threesome. And they were usually succesful. after having moved up to salt lake in the year 1991 i would be there a lot. One night a man I had seen many times there and him having seen me in that time called me over to show me his small scrap book. as he opened it I was ready for anything. what he showed me was a collection of photos of salt lake building shall we saw facades that he had collected. what he did was hang around demolition sites and run in and collect these small remnants of the cities by gone memrobilia. we started talking after a couple of weeks where I learned he was planning on opening a musuem and had relics such as Abraham Lincoln's scarf that Abraham was wearing at the time of death. and it apparently had his blood on it. One of the more interesting tales of Steven Lacey had was when he was some sort of assistant on the set of the movie "Footloose" which was being filmed in utah. the story he related to me was in the shower scene kevin Bacon was naked except for a towel in which he began to tease Steven by moving it back and forth over his genetails. Did they eventually have sex? Oh yes. The story continues as steven was on some sort of date years later in which he and his female friend were watching another Kevin Bacon film when she leaned over and said to Steven, "I wonder what it would be like to have sex with Kevin Bacon?" wow. one night steven and i were hanging around in the middle night on a corner on main st salt lake city and I noticed a lot of the same cars rotating around the block and I asked steven what was going on . he informed me that I was being sort of groomed by the men in the cars to possibly pay me to have sex with me. It was at this time steven mentioned he had fantasys about having sex with me. It was then that I called it a night.