Showing posts with label bellagio. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Strip Sleepin 08 #6



I mean, if you're going to sleep extra-deversorium on the Strip, you might as well sleep somewhere indoors, right?



Like, oh, I don't know, the north stairwell in the Bellagio?

In a nice patch of sunlight, of course.

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.