Next Stop: Vegas

The next thing I'm doing as part of the story I'm working on is going to Las Vegas. I like Vegas. A lot. I got married there, and for some reason I've been there three times in the not too distant past. I had fun doing this piece there. The gun show was awesome. Especially the shooting guns at the desert range part. The first morning I was there, I woke up early, because my head was in another time zone, and I pulled back the curtains, and I could see the giant fat golden orb of the sun getting ready to rise over the mountains. It lit up the front of a shiny casino nearby, and it was like you didn't know if the buildings had been made to match the sky or the sky had been made to match the buildings. Going back -- I'm looking forward to it. I want to see that sun again, and I want to talk to that cab driver who told me about that customer he had who wanted to be taken to a whorehouse where a girl or two would shit on him, and I want to slip twenties into the palms of guys I half know in front of casinos I like because it's what gets me something everyone else wants.