Reposted from June 3: I talk about the craziest shit, don’t I? I kid you not. The dirty disease-laden rodents scare the hell out of me. I don’t care how small the little bastards are, I don’t want to touch them. I have been fortunate not to have had to grown up with mice runningContinue reading “Mice”
Category Archives: Las Vegas
Jewelry
Other than the baubles and valuables I have bought Karen over the years, I haven’t accumulated any jewelry myself. I never wore a ring, choosing instead to give it to my chosen girlfriend to wear around her neck. I had one of those male symbols I wore around my neck until I got stoned andContinue reading “Jewelry”
Can You Believe it?
She was one crazy bitch and I was nuttier than Cooder Brown. Oil and water. She was the very worst type of woman for me: a woman with a voice that insisted on using it and could not and would not, be ignored. I won’t be ignored, Dan! I like to think of her asContinue reading “Can You Believe it?”
Tattoos
I don’t have any, but I think they are cool. I think tattoos look much more impressive on a pair of big 20” guns than when a skinny little junkie has them. The Rock was made for tattoos and I am sure there are many who would love to take some serious time reading thatContinue reading “Tattoos”
Butter
I love butter. No, I’m not gonna marry it. I do eat way too much butter and that stems from my time in haute cuisine. Everything had butter in it. I would keep a 50-gallon pot of it going at all times in my fine dining kitchens. The butter remained perfectly clarified with just theContinue reading “Butter”
The Wizard
He was about 60, a used-up and burnt-out alcoholic grill cook. He was fat, balding, and bitter. He had started cooking in his mom’s kitchen and never rose past the position of grill cook for a major breakfast chain. Thirty years of cooking and absolutely nothing to show for it. His pockets were usually empty,Continue reading “The Wizard”
Companionship
You know I woke up with a belated Super Bowl hangover, but not from drinking. I ate a little too much, but overall I was still reeling from the ease with which the Tampa Bay Buccaneers dismantled the budding Kansas City dynasty. I’m glad I did not bet the game as I would have lost.Continue reading “Companionship”
Girl Crazy
So I’m in Las Vegas at the beginning of the decadent decade known as the 80’s. For some reason, I had it in my head that my mission as a fat little Bumblebee of Love, was to pollenate as many “flowers” in the valley as possible. And although I was not blessed with children, itContinue reading “Girl Crazy”
Decisions, Decisions
Mostly bad ones. Like when I left college and I find myself in the expansive (by 1978 standards) Stardust Sports Book. I am drunk (big surprise there) and making an ass out of myself while flirting with this (50k boob job) cocktail waitress. If her eyes rolled any further back in her head from myContinue reading “Decisions, Decisions”
The Great Duck Race of 1981
There was this big C&W bar I used to go to when I still had a sense of whimsy about me. Once a year the owner, who raised ducks, would sponsor The Duck Derby, an all-out, day-long drinkfest disguised as a sporting (read betting) event. The day started with pitchers of Bloody Mary’s and ScrewdriversContinue reading “The Great Duck Race of 1981”
