Las Vegas, NV

January 2022


Ramblings by Dr D

It’s all about the Neon, Man

…this weekend an estimated half a million ravenous souls will land upon these desert shores and attempt to devour our quiet little valley like it was a 99cent buffet.   (see Nevada Club)
so.. what happens when the feasting has expired? when the hopes dreams and aspirations for sudden wealth have disappeared as well as your next mortgage payment?

what happens when the thrill is gone?
when you’re broke, busted and been sodomized on overpriced strip cockytails and have been virtually raped of your retirement savings from the holy roller odds at the roulette table?
what to do, what to do?
so watta ya say kids?
Are you now willing to forgo the big hotels, lavish casinos, seafood buffets, valet parking, Debbie Reynolds and seek the cheaper thrills out there?
and secondly…what the hell is this unusual set of cravings that has accelerated the flow of blood to my erroneous parts still operating at this ungodly hour?

” its part of you now “

so, come 2am…when most have been ridden hard and not ready to call it a day.. a serpent will arise and lead these forsaken lust-bunnies to the “glitter gulch”

where the neon bites into the very veins of Vegas and fills it with its colorless, odorless venom.
Where the beast is most brilliant.

so…the buzz is that our illustrious editor has  been rumored to have went on a last minute trip…without leaving his bungalow..#awol so…in his place here is one of dds favorite Bukowski poems.. ~V~

roll the dice
if you’re gonna try
go all the way
otherwise dont get into it
if your gonna try
go all the way
this could mean losing girlfriends,  wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind
go all the way
it could mean not eating for 3 to 4 days
It could mean freezing to death on a park bench
it could mean jail alcoholism
it could mean derision, mockery
go all the way….

charles bukowski

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