Las Vegas is like a reef. Predators in the shadows and crevices, luring you in and kicking your broke ass carcass out once the $ stops flowing. Scavengers looking for any lost treasures (hopefully beer or money). Schools of oblivious tourists cruising back and forth, assuming someone else will lose out – not them, not today.
McCarran Airport TSA Bouncer, checking IDs: Three stands. Pick one besides mine. Four scanner lines. Pick one. Being the next sheep in line, we just waited to get carded. The more important question was at hand – porn/cancer screening device or basic metal detector. There were about 10 possible lines, but only 4 were open. R: porn […]
into the wild blue yonder. And then into the Heart of Darkness, Sin City. Me and Lurlene. We got a call from our new insect overlords our newest bestest buddy and big toe some nice marketing reps on behalf of a big shot in the car biz. The pitch: you applied, you won, come to Vegas. Your […]