I'm kinda glad there was some kinda accident at McCarran.
What the fuck?
I'm heading to this overtime call. Traffic is stopped on Trop at Paradise. I'm forced to take the tunnel and 215 to my destination.
After I finish up I take 15 back to Trop and try to get home. The shit is still blocked off at Koval. Must be something more serious than repaving, ya know?
So I turn down Koval (and it took me about 15 minutes to get into a turning lane). I'm needing a break from this bullshit, and I stop in at Ellis Island. I have a couple of $1 stouts (gotta love their drink prices), and pop a ten into the video poker machine. Like Viva at a gay bar I suddenly hit 4 3's for $50.
So now I'm on a fucking roll. I cash out and head over to the Double Down. Even though I'm dressed (for work) like an asshole. Oh wait, "Asshole," it's a job title now.
Eventually Tini turns up. Fortunately she doesn't take offense at my kakhi beigeness. I'm just glad to know she's doing OK and is still hanging out in Paradise. Though I probably should have pushed her for a haircut a bit harder. She knew EXACTLY what was wrong with my head. Sorry, Edith, only on the outside.
Later on I hear that there was some kind of shit where an airplane didn't quite land on the airstrip but on my main drag instead. And that sucks. But at least SOME good came of it, ya know?
What the fuck?
I'm heading to this overtime call. Traffic is stopped on Trop at Paradise. I'm forced to take the tunnel and 215 to my destination.
After I finish up I take 15 back to Trop and try to get home. The shit is still blocked off at Koval. Must be something more serious than repaving, ya know?
So I turn down Koval (and it took me about 15 minutes to get into a turning lane). I'm needing a break from this bullshit, and I stop in at Ellis Island. I have a couple of $1 stouts (gotta love their drink prices), and pop a ten into the video poker machine. Like Viva at a gay bar I suddenly hit 4 3's for $50.
So now I'm on a fucking roll. I cash out and head over to the Double Down. Even though I'm dressed (for work) like an asshole. Oh wait, "Asshole," it's a job title now.
Eventually Tini turns up. Fortunately she doesn't take offense at my kakhi beigeness. I'm just glad to know she's doing OK and is still hanging out in Paradise. Though I probably should have pushed her for a haircut a bit harder. She knew EXACTLY what was wrong with my head. Sorry, Edith, only on the outside.
Later on I hear that there was some kind of shit where an airplane didn't quite land on the airstrip but on my main drag instead. And that sucks. But at least SOME good came of it, ya know?
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Wow! Just, wow!
More later.