While I was busy hating Vegas, and hiding from Vegas, a funny thing happened. I grew to love Vegas.

While I was busy hating Vegas, and hiding from Vegas, a funny thing happened. I grew to love Vegas.

History is the narrative of people searching for a place to go.

I don't know. Sometimes I try to say what's on my mind and it comes out sounding like I ate a dictionary and I'm shitting pages. Sorry

Long before it legally served me, the bar saved me. It restored my faith when I was a boy, tended me as a teenager, and when I was a young man the bar embraced me.

It takes just as many men to build a sturdy man, son, as it does to build a tower. You will look back on this time and remember remarkably little of it, excpt the extent to which I tried or did not try.

A book is the only real escape from this fallen world. Aside from death.