No one's stealing my plywood...
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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
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you can't ever have "too many" cameras....
Lavi, Lavi, Lavi.....
...it is a mobile grow house and the owner wants forewarning when the Metro Swat Team breaks in and blows his head off into the toilet ala Trevon Cole.
Or maybe the motor home owner just wants to record a passing bicycle rider performing a derailer adjustment?
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