Billie Jean's
Not my mother
She's just the one
Says that I am her son
But the woman's not my mom
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
1 comment:
Lavi must have a turkey bone stuck in his throat, caused brain damage (dame bramage) and now he's channelling MJ. Next he'll have a rhinestone glove and moonwalk bike shoes.
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