About living in vegas...
for the first three weeks,
we lived in a week to week
rental
it was-how shall I say,
questionable.
if you hear screaming,
do not come running.
happen to have a phone?
call 911.
'course,
rooms don't come equipped.
good luck finding a pay phone
with receiver still attached.
there was a pool though,
there is not a hotel/motel/condo/shack
rental of any kind
in vegas that does not have a pool.
I think it's the law.
and, yes.
it had water.
and, it was clean.
during the morning hours,
when the bulk of the undesirable-types
were sleeping it off
or still kickin' it, but so fucked,
they couldn't be of any real harm,
I went swimmin'.
it was bliss.
I don't care what anyone says
about dry heat.
115 degrees
is 115 degrees.
you sweat your ass off.
it just evaporates so fast,
it doesn't have time to collect.
thank god for 7-11 and the big gulp.
if it wasn't for the pool,
7-11 and their big gulp,
99cent shrimp cocktails down on fremont st.,
free spaghetti dinners
from that trashy casino
with the penny slots,
I never would have made it
that first three weeks.
I never would have hocked
everything that I owned to stay on.
my small-town butt would have taken
the first bus back to Hicksville.
