Hundreds of people live in the hidden matrix of tunnels beneath the Las Vegas Strip. Courtesy Danny Mollohan
Hundreds of people live in the hidden matrix of tunnels beneath the Las Vegas Strip.Courtesy Danny Mollohan
O'Brien finds that despite the grit, the tunnels can be a refuge. Courtesy Danny Mollohan
O'Brien finds that despite the grit, the tunnels can be a refuge.Courtesy Danny Mollohan
Journalist Matt O'Brien has spent five years exploring the storm drains. Courtesy Tiffany Brown
One could easily walk by a tunnel entrance without even considering that there's life below. Courtesy Danny Mollohan
One could easily walk by a tunnel entrance without even considering that there's life below.Courtesy Danny Mollohan
It
would be easy to go a whole weekend on the Las Vegas Strip without
spotting a sign of a crisis. Never mind that more than 14,000 people
are living on the streets — and that Nevada ranks second in the nation
in homeless population per capita.
Seeing evidence of this is a matter of knowing — or perhaps choosing — where to look.
One
might begin with the slot machines on a busy casino floor — tourists,
blackjack tables, cocktail waitresses in impossibly tiny outfits. And
if one were willing to pay the price of admission, an elevator could
transport the seeker to more vice and excess upstairs — rooftop pools
and lavish suites. But the homeless still wouldn't be found.
But
what if there were an elevator that went downward? Let's say that you
could descend below the sunken lounges, past kitchens and utility
closets, through layers of concrete. It is here that Las Vegas' truly
gritty underbelly can be found; a hidden matrix of tunnels beneath the
Strip, another version of the city born out of storm drains.
Matt
O'Brien, a Las Vegas writer, has been exploring this underworld for
several years. On one particular evening, he's outfitted sort of like a
commando, with heavy boots, backpack and an industrial-sized flashlight
that could double as a weapon.
"I've been exploring these storm
drains for more than five years," he says sloshing through muck and
gravel that blanket the tunnel floor. "I think I know these storm
drains better than anyone who doesn't actually live in them. And I know
the storm drain system probably — and this is nothing to brag about —
better than anyone else."
No reason to doubt him. In 2007, O'Brien published a book, Beneath the Neon, about the 300 miles of underground tunnels that crisscross beneath the city.
"So,
yeah, now we're moving underneath Caesar's Palace. Walking underneath
kind of the main property there. This is one of the creepier areas of
the storm drain system. Very remote, wet … extremely dark."
It's
after 9 p.m. on a weekday night. The Vegas Strip is bustling above. The
stage shows are under way. In the tunnels, there is stale air and utter
darkness.
At one point, the tunnel widens to form a chamber.
Above is a metal grate and, somewhere beyond that, the sky. The plump,
almost illegible cursive of graffiti lettering covers the walls —
beautiful colors and designs — that can be seen by flashlight.
"This
is one of the underground art galleries that I discovered down in the
storm drains. Basically, you walk in about a half-mile in pitch dark,
and you have artwork going down the walls that goes down for about a
half-mile," O'Brien says.
Ahead, the tunnel devours the flashlight beam. Noises make him stop and shine the light back in the other direction.
O'Brien
offers something like reassurance. "There's always the butterflies.
There's always that apprehension when you walk into a storm drain. Just
because you've been in the drain the day before, that doesn't mean it's
going to be the same environment [when you come] down the next day," he
says. "I've met people down in the drains — you'll come down the next
day, and all of a sudden, you know, they'll tell you to screw off.
They'll kind of reach for their shank or their self-defense weapon and
make it clear they don't want to talk to you today."
Over the
years, O'Brien has met more than a hundred people who live in the
tunnels. They're scattered in pockets across the city.
He leads
ahead, away from the trickling water, down a side channel that stays
dry most of the time. The ceiling gets lower, the corridor narrower and
the air becomes stale with the faint scent of body odor and human
waste. There's an encampment, a kind of cardboard lean-to.
"Yo! Anyone here?," O'Brien says.
No one.
Soon
there are signs of life. The forms of two men show in the glow of
candlelight. One of them, with a shag of greasy hair, is slumped on a
couch. In front of him, on a makeshift coffee table, are a few
hypodermic needles. The other man is better groomed, and wearing a
button-down shirt and a decent pair of slacks.
They greet O'Brien enthusiastically.
Their names are Brian and Steve. They haven't seen O'Brien since he was down here last Thanksgiving.
Steve
talks about how they returned to their camp that day to find O'Brien
had left them Thanksgiving dinner. "Big turkey and stuffing. It was
pretty good," he says.
Steve is the well-dressed one. He's 42 and
grew up in Las Vegas. And he makes his living at casinos around town,
doing what's known as "silver mining," which means he looks for credits
left behind on slot machines.
"You know, I'll start at Harrah's.
And depending on how I feel, I'll go to either the Venetian and the
Mirage. A lot depends on how I look, because those are two very hard
places. If you don't look right, they'll stop you and watch you. It's
always busy at Harrah's, so you're able to walk through the casino
without drawing much attention to yourself."
To blend in, they
need to dress the part. That explains the rack of button-down shirts
and slacks. He shows off his quarters, defined by cardboard walls: a
queen-sized bed, a dresser, even a makeshift shower.
Steve says his luck varies. The night before, he'd visited several casinos, and things hadn't been going well.
"Then
I went to the Bellagio. I was walking through and turned the corner in
one area of the casino, and there on the machine was $116. Nobody
around, so I hit the cash-out button. Took it, cashed it out, and that
was the end of my night. Helped me out today. I ate very well today. I
had a late breakfast last night. And I still have about 50 bucks left,"
he says.
But Steve is addicted to methamphetamine and gambling, so holding on to money can be difficult.
"That's
what I'm trying not to do is gamble my money away any more. And as far
as the drugs, I'm trying to slowly get myself to where I don't crave
it. Tonight, I'm taking it easy. I figure I'll just call it an early
night and see what I can do tomorrow," he says.
After a while in
the Las Vegas storm drains, it's easy to lose one's bearings — to
forget that directly above is a very different world. O'Brien is often
struck by the contrast.
"You can be in the Hard Rock Casino,
which is one of the hipper, kind of younger, richer casinos in town,
kind of celebrity-watching people, people watching, betting thousand
dollars per hand in a game of blackjack. And right underneath the Hard
Rock is one of the worst Skid Rows I've ever seen in my life," he says.
There are broken bottles, hypodermic needles strewn all over the tunnel floor and people passed out.
"And
last time I was down there, I actually saw some blankets and teddy
bears and stuff, which gave me the impression that a young kid was
living down in there with a mom or dad, or both."
That contrast
is what keeps O'Brien coming back to the tunnels, long after the book
was finished. He brings food and clothing to people like Brian and
Steve. And the tunnels have become a kind of refuge for him from the
city.
"When work wasn't going all that great, or my relationship
with my girlfriend wasn't that great, I would strap on the boots and
grab my flashlight, my gear in the trunk. And a lot of times I would
just gear up and walk a tunnel. In some ways, there are certain things
about underground Vegas that I prefer to aboveground Vegas."
A long tunnel leads out to the dark recesses of a parking structure.
A
few more steps, and it's back in a crush of pedestrians on the Las
Vegas Strip. O'Brien looks a little out of place, with his dark
clothing, knit cap and muddy boots, still clutching that heavy-duty
flashlight.
Studying O'Brien, decked out in his tunnel gear, an
idea hits: Maybe he should become the official guide to the storm
drains. Visitors could explore the underbelly of Las Vegas; they would
meet real live human casualties of a city that trades on excess.
Then
again, that might just be too much reality in a town that prides itself
on artifice. And besides — glancing around at all the tourists, no
one's checking out the gutters. They're all looking up, at the flicker
and pulse of the lights.
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