06/15/2023
The Strip looks more peaceful from up here... then again, anything looks more peaceful from two hundred and fifty feet up.
Look at this place... people love it here, and honestly, I never understood why myself, but to some, it's this arrangement of matter and molecules that God himself couldn't improve upon. A town for masters of the universe and if not already one yourself, at least you can pretend for a weekend because out here we're all equals... well, except for the bros and oligarchs and retired sugar-mamas whose Louis commands its own seat at the bar in the high-limit rooms or anyone sleezing around the Wynn for that matter. They're a different breed of degenerates of dubious moral distinction of which yokels such as myself are seen as uncouth against God because only peasants play 6 to 5 $15 minimums. I suppose that's true though.
So what the f**k am I doing here? Perhaps I've moved so much around the land of the free and home of the brave that I'm at a point of settling out of sheer tiredness. Making the best of unfavorable situation and all at the same time finding joy in this little accidental life appointment of mine as a "tour guide" and not a particularly a good one because the grass typically isn't greener on the other side (well in the case of Las Vegas it is since grass has been banned here, its literally greener in almost any other city) but aside from that technicality the grass is greener where you water it. And so here I am, I bitch as I water.