Sunday night I was standing by one of those moving sidewalk type things they have at the airport. Only it wasn’t moving, it was broken. I was on a literal high from my weekend in Las Vegas. And no I didn’t win any money. In fact I didn’t gamble at all. It took all I could just to walk through the casino to the elevator to get to my room, or to get out of the hotel. Cigarette smoke is literally the worst. It gives me a headache and makes me want to vomit. Vegas is kinda lost on me. I don’t drink, smoke or gamble… not because I think those things are inherently evil (like the people on the street corners yelling on their microphones: “Beer guzzlers repent” or whatever the hell they were saying, do).

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