"A whole family. Can you believe that? Every single one of them was smoked out. It was crazy. I'd see them in the hallways or the lobby and they had sores on their bodies, on their faces, because the crack made them so sick. They didn't eat or drink. They smoked so much crack it was like their bodies started rotting. I remember one brother, the oldest brother, he had a dent in his head. Like a basketball without enough air in it. And that dent kept getting deeper, year after year. One time I saw him, I was going up the stairs and he was coming down, and half his skull was just gone. It was like a pit with some skin over it. I didn't know how he could even be alive. He tried to grab me."