drive up teller, says the faded blue sign, long scratched up by the wind. The bank stands there, ableached white corpse, long dried out and hollowed by the Colorado desert. Its window like the eye of a bovine's skull, gives one a view inside the abandoned hall of commerce, long emptied out, nothing but rows of filling cabinets and dusty floors. It is a relic, the 80's preserved forever in the design of this one forgooten building. It stands at the foot of the hill, overlooking a busy street, surrounded by much taller buildings still in use. gThe atm still stands, long empty, but I still feel scared, like someone will think that I stole it.