livingoutloud

I took a last minute trip to Vegas.
That place took every last cent I walked into town with.
But I was able to roam the streets with an open drink, flirt with the cocktail waitresses, and I even saw Gene Simmons walk by with a high dollar hooker on his arm.

I would also like to point out that it has been ten full days since my last smoke.
Actually this last week hasn't been so bad. For the first few days of this experiment my sucess seemed largely dependent on the number of folks i had set up to police me. Folks who would throw me over thier shoulder and forcably remove the thing from my mouth. Good people.