Monday, March 26, 2007


Well, not really, that's just the feeling I got when I took the shot.

The Wheeler Freightways yard is chock full of wonderful rusting hulks like this.

3375 Polaris Ave, Las Vegas, NV

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Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.