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. Follow @lavi_d_avegas
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Crackhead Rosie lives here.
(further apologies to ND)
Who is this Neil Diamond you speak of?
The spores, my friend are blowing in the wind, the spores are blowing in the wind,
apologies to Bob
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