Wednesday, August 11, 2010

One Day On The Strip

It wasn't until days later that I realized this guy was asking tourists for money to pose - I didn't give him any.

But then, he didn't ask me for any.

We were all just hanging out at the imbiblocation, bullshitting, flirting with women and practicing our karate moves.


D said...

*He* was asking *you* for money?

You with the tin cup and him with the flashy suit?

There ain't no justice....


Scummy said...

I wonder if that's the Elvis guy who used to hang and work for the Edgewater in Laughlin.

I think his name was Trent Carlini.

I have no idea who the other two Elvii behind him might be.

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.