Showing posts with label rite aid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rite aid. Show all posts

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Recession Proof

Whistling past the graveyard.

Click on the images to see the map.




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.