and this dude says to this other dude
"my girl is gonna let me move in with her for a week so that i can save some money to get my own place..."
the other dude passed it by and started talking about cells phones, bad credit, and how it's got to be time to go... cuz the bus don't stop for no man... especially him.
there were other assorted topics. my mind has erased most of those from memory for the simple fact... they just weren't worth the section of memory they would have taken up.
vegas is just another place... one with many lights... but just a place all the same... it gets damn hot... it gets rather cold... it just is.
if you're the sinnin type... it's a haven... that is if you run into similar sinnin folk who won't steal, beat, or kill you.
vegas is a landmine for some folks who have whatever it is in their DNA that makes them addicted to everything... smoking, alcohol, gambling, sex... and most any other vice you can think of... if you like shooting guns...
...you just become a cop... it's legal that way...
I thought all of this from the third story building i was in... looking out of those huge *glass windows*... staring out at the city, the streets, and the infamous strip...
...the appeal of the strip is dull and dim in the sunlight...
...just another fucking illusion in the middle of the desert...
and you can take that to the bank... if you've got any money left over.
...and you can take the bus to get there...
if it stops for you.