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Chapter 8 (Expecting to Fly)
At First I though it was the Haze in my eyes of another 25 beer
night left over. A cloudy white fog. By it wasn't, it had actually snowed in
Vegas. It was 17 degrees back home. K-State had lost to Texas A&M, costing
me five bucks, UCLA lost to the Canes, losing me another 5 bucks, the Cowboys
lost to the Saints, losing mark five bucks. Down was up, up was down, left was
right, right was left, black was white, white was black. It was time to stop
gambling before any other of this weird while luck continued. So, this was the
end. Within 12 hours I'd be back at work dealing with every ass backwards fuck
on the planet. We had come, saw, and eat a lot of food. Our last day we had eaten
at a restraint called the Rainforest, and it was just like a rain forest, if a
Rain Forest had all kinds of Crazy crap on the walls and served Budweiser.
After, it was back to Bally's to wait for our Bus. All there was there left to
do was wait for our bus to take us to the airport. Lefty Rosenthal once said
Vegas was all about second chances. And maybe one day I'll get to see the Vegas
of the Beautiful people, where I can Enter Beligio's without shame, where the
slots are lose and so are the women. But maybe I don't want a second chance,
after assessing the Vegas situation, I liked my Las Vegas. It was time to board
my bus, all that was left was check in and customs, and it was straight to
Toronto. Just another Cake in a city of Cakes. As We drove to the airport, there
was sign on the highway. It Read "You are now leaving Beer and Clothing.
Population Zero."
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