at least you don't have to stare at a scrotum now
I've been stranded in a desert mirage called Las Vegas for the past few days. Vegas, the town that not only sucks your soul, it swallows. I didn't realize until today that there's a Kinko's only two blocks from my hotel.
Fat blobs in leisure suits keep feeding the slots with dollar bills, their faces blank whether they win or lose. Morbidly obese women with their tits hanging down to their ankles grab another plate and get in the back of the buffet line. The sun shoots down like a flamethrower from God's mouth.
And still, it's better than Portland. These days, everywhere seems better than Portland.
