Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:04 am
Ya' Guys Are Killin' Me,
Yes I just survived another night of playing graveyard @ the Aladdin in Las Vegas, where the dead come to gamble. It was definately ghost town. Nothin' but tweakers came by. If anyone wants to see the country's largest collection of tweakers ( meth -heads ), just stop by a Wal-Mart @ 0300 in the morning it's a riot. Everyone scampering around in a big hurry talkin' outloud to themselves trying to return to their Soviet cubicles w/o being seen, as contact w/ daylight would melt them like the wicked witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz. They always live in the smallest little dumps that are closet to the big W. Then there are the little old ladies that you should feel sorry for, as they are so old and lonely lookin', but they are actually the most miserable, meanest group of sea hags, and buzzards you could imagine.
I have an old friend who is a security gaurd who stops in to visit me. He always brings me the wooden drink tokes from the dumps downtown, They come in handy when the homeless guys stop in off the street to heckel the band, you just give 'em 4 or 5 of those, and they are gone like the wind.
Usually there's always a good gunfight or something to keep you awake, notta. In the old days they would settle their differences outside in a drawing contest, now they just drop 'em on their way out of the building.
Well tomorrow we will better, as everyone from CA starts drifting in, and we have Thursday night Kareoke w/ Elvis on our breaks. That's a real treat. He looks more like Shemp from the 3 Stooges.
In spite of the tortures i must endure to make a dollar. the weekends are what makes it worthwhile, as all of the fine trim, and other Elvis's, Madonna's,Sammy Davis's, and Dean Martin's are out in force.
I am gonna have some nice pics next week if I can sneak my camera in w/o getting in trouble, last week when the flash went off security arrived seconds later to warn me. I sware if I didn't need the money I'd be so gone from these facades.
Carry On My Wayward Sons,
JV
Yes I just survived another night of playing graveyard @ the Aladdin in Las Vegas, where the dead come to gamble. It was definately ghost town. Nothin' but tweakers came by. If anyone wants to see the country's largest collection of tweakers ( meth -heads ), just stop by a Wal-Mart @ 0300 in the morning it's a riot. Everyone scampering around in a big hurry talkin' outloud to themselves trying to return to their Soviet cubicles w/o being seen, as contact w/ daylight would melt them like the wicked witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz. They always live in the smallest little dumps that are closet to the big W. Then there are the little old ladies that you should feel sorry for, as they are so old and lonely lookin', but they are actually the most miserable, meanest group of sea hags, and buzzards you could imagine.
I have an old friend who is a security gaurd who stops in to visit me. He always brings me the wooden drink tokes from the dumps downtown, They come in handy when the homeless guys stop in off the street to heckel the band, you just give 'em 4 or 5 of those, and they are gone like the wind.
Usually there's always a good gunfight or something to keep you awake, notta. In the old days they would settle their differences outside in a drawing contest, now they just drop 'em on their way out of the building.
Well tomorrow we will better, as everyone from CA starts drifting in, and we have Thursday night Kareoke w/ Elvis on our breaks. That's a real treat. He looks more like Shemp from the 3 Stooges.
In spite of the tortures i must endure to make a dollar. the weekends are what makes it worthwhile, as all of the fine trim, and other Elvis's, Madonna's,Sammy Davis's, and Dean Martin's are out in force.
I am gonna have some nice pics next week if I can sneak my camera in w/o getting in trouble, last week when the flash went off security arrived seconds later to warn me. I sware if I didn't need the money I'd be so gone from these facades.
Carry On My Wayward Sons,
JV