I couldn’t find any meaning in my life when I was out there. I’m sure as hell not going to find it in here. This is the grand finale of a life poorly spent and the end result is just overwhelmingly depressing… It’s just a sick, pathetic, wretched, miserable life story, that’s all it is. How it can help anyone, I’ve no idea.
This is the apartment of Jeffrey Dahmer, and this would have been the last thing most of his victims saw. He would convince them to come home with him, and then murder them if they tried to leave. The building has since been demolished.
Note in the very first picture the locker beside the sofa is littered with cans of Budweiser. Jeffrey drank a lot, especially when he was planning and carrying out the murders. He would drink himself into a stupor in order to carry out the murder and dismemberment.