joe_b_ruthless

The weekend was spent within the corridors and many lobbies of the Tropicana Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City, NJ. It was merely an excuse to get out for a weekend, blow cash and meet up with some good friends whom I havent seen in a while. The weekend was a relatively good success. The cash we had was spent, the time we had was used properly and what little brain cells we might have had left, where handed in with every chip on the roulette table. I discovered a great self-flaw... I am a horrible Gambler. BUT, I am a good whiskey drinker. So the fact that i lost so much cash was only nullified by the experience of loss while under a cloudy umbrella that most like to call "Drunk". "Real Drunk"

The bastards running the casino love to pump that oxygen in the air, and i love them for doing such a thing. The problem is the hang over that results in the reputuring of billions of brain cells with every alcohol enduced ignition, a mixture of the booze, electrical charges and an oxygen catalyst. Slowly, my body will recupe from the debauchery that occured over the weekend. It should be used to those days by now and I'm giving it a longer time on the disabled list.

Amongst the mental blurs, by which i call my memories, are some great times and conversations with good people. Most of which I cant recall, but know they were worth while. Others that i can, are too distorted with false images and rampant lies placed forward by my overly imaginative mind. AC is full of sin and degradation, debauchery and denial. In other words... Its fucking great.