For Part Deux of Wretched Hives of Scum and Villainy, click here.
The surreality continues. A few days ago, I drove south to Tahoe by way of Carson City. On the way, I passed a strip mall with the following signs in sequential order: “GUNS”, “SLOTS”, and “BUNNIES”. Across the street was a liquor store and a “Payday Cash Advance” store. A few blocks down is a restaurant which serves a peanut-butter topped cheeseburger. I remain convinced that someone needs to stage an intervention for the entire state.
Later that evening, I was sitting in a hotel room with Kyle. Kyle had turned on the air conditioner, but it was making an annoying rattling noise because of a loose panel. Kyle goes “Hey, give me something heavy to put on the panel.” In response, I toss him the inch-thick roll of C-bills that I had left the casino with.
Yeah. Before we used the Gideon bible instead(about the only use I’ve found for those things), we were using $11,500 to quiet a noisy AC unit.
Did you know that casinos will cash paychecks? In fact, they advertise this as being community-friendly. Yup, welcome to Reno, The Biggest Shitty Little City in the World.
For Part 4 of Wretched Hives of Scum and Villainy, click here.
A Hunter S. Thompson for Internet Poker generation has emerged. I really like the device of starting a paragraph with the single-word sentence “Yeah.”
Well, this certainly brings back memories from the 2004 campaign trail. I remember Carson City casinos as having the best bathrooms (all I ever used the Casinos for). Hopefully, you’ll get out to Elko one of these days and see the “other” NV.
Right on, soul brother. As Hunter S. Thompson said:
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”