Vegas
I am currently sitting at gate B15 at the Las Vegas airport, enjoying free wifi and not much else. The carpet here is horrible. The food here is horrible. There are lots of huge white people ambling about. And there are no free drinks when you gamble. When we landed, two of the young men behind me were discussing the gaming opportunities that LV would present. "Rounders is my bible!", one proclaims. The other's cell phone goes off, full mp3 audio of Sublime's "We're Only Gonna Die" cover fill the cabin. He picks it up and informs the caller that, "we done already killed a bottle of vodka. isn't that just what you wanted to hear?"
The pilot welcomes us to Las Vegas and belts out a healthy, "God Bless America!". On the way off the plane, there he was, looking wound very tight and grinning like a manic, a star spangled tie 'round his neck and a thick vein popping out from his bright red forehead.
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p>Ladies and gentelmen, I am not in San Francisco anymore.