Vegas

VIVE LAS VEG.......AHHH whatever.



Its late. I drove the 10 hours from Reno to Vegas in one sit. We made a stop in the pitch black desert to look at the stars. With no unnatural light source for a hundred miles each star burned bright and illuminated the crest of the surrounding hills and mountains. Rt 168 was the road. It was long and hilly and twisted like a dying snake. We gazed up for long enough to see the stars falling and to watch as even the tiniest star screamed, orange and red and blue and silver. How could the "city of lights" compare to this?

As it turns out it couldn't. Neon flashes reflected off of the big glass windows that cover the side of the van. Newspaper boxes full of prostitute fliers lined the sidewalk and middle aged men on vacation from their jobs at office max cruised the strip in rented hummers and corvettes looking for the thousands of pretty women that Elvis sang about. The one bet I made all night was that those same men ended up in their hotel rooms with take out later that evening. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right? We gave up on this town and slept in a Walmart parking lot off the freeway. I ate a apple for dinner and went to sleep with visions of the real stars of Vegas still burnt into my mind.