Somewhere on the Strip, September, 2008.
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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. Follow @lavi_d_avegas
4 comments:
missile testing range?
Pushing the use of elecrtical tape to new extremes?
Damn you D!
damn me, Scum - whatever for?
To paraphrase T. Jefferson: I can't pick your pocket or break your leg.
If you wanted to make a snarky comment about sunny New Mexico vacation get-away places, you should have gotten here earlier.
But Lavi is vast, he contains multitudes, his virtual tent is large enough for everyone.
To paraphrase R. King: can't we all just get along?
It is true. I am vast.
But I'm trying to work some of it off by riding around the neighborhood and limiting myself to one or two beers a night.
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