Mike is licked by his dog Zeus in Slab CIty, a squatters' camp about 190 miles southeast of Los Angeles. Mike spent three mopnths in jail for possession before moving to the camp.
'My dog suffered the worst. He was taken away from me when I was doing my time in jail. I tracked him down and finally found him couple months ago in Georgia. He is almost six years old. When I got him back, he had no teeth anymore. It was frustrating being in jail. I am a vegan and I didn't get any food preference. Unless you have a religious distinction, they won't approve your dietary needs. I told them I am of the religion of love and light. I was on hunger strike for six weeks. The moment I came into acceptance, they let me go. My dog is going to be famous one day; he sings for me.'
Slab City, known as The Slabs, is named for its areas of concrete where for many years, since the military based closed, people have parked their RVs as they travel south for the winter. There is also a permanent community of 'Slabbers', around 200 people, who have established themselves living free in the Sonoran Desert where temperatures can reach 48 Celsius in the summer and, while there is no rent, there is also no water, electricity or services. Slabbers are an eclectic bunch often escaping poverty but also holding in common the desire to escape the rules and order of society in what they like to call 'the last free place on earth'.