Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Gamblin' Wings


D said...

I waited an entire day for someone to say something about wings of desire, on a wing and a prayer, Paul McCartney and Wings, or chicken wings. But no...

Lavi D. said...

We would have just been winging it.

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.