You may have heard me bitch about South Florida Hell in the past, and any one who knows me knows I have a thing about old people eating chicken off the bone. But Reno, Nevada? Lord come get me now! At least I'm going home tonight. You can only spend so much time in titty bars and WalMart. To make it worse the make-up artist I'm travelling with is a big queen who's constantly bemoaning the lack of like-minded individuals. He thought he had found a possible connection but when it turned out the guy was just some Jesus freak in full witness mode, I thought he was going to lose it and take a hostage. This is where they film Cops, isn't it?