Poor Pauly
Posted by TFG on 2nd July 2005
Las Vegas has a desperate side. It’s the sad part of this bitter city that very few people live to tell you about. There are losers every where you look. Everywhere. In line at the buffet. Your cab driver. The old lady at the slot machine. The retarded frat boy wearing sunglasses at a micro limit poker table. And especially the hookers who work the bars at various sports books all over the city. These are the some of the lowest forms of life you will ever come across. It’s like everyone’s a crackhead but no one smokes crack. Instead of crack, you insert your vice of choice. Sports betting. Slot machines. Blackjack. Roulette. Craps. Poker. Every aspect of Las Vegas was built on loser’s money. The bright lights on the Strip? Paid from your Grandma’s losses at the slots. The gaudy facades of the megalithic hotels and casinos? Paid by your uncle’s dice throws.
I really think Pauly knew this going in. Watch the casinos, classic places that you saw on celluloid in your youth, tumble to the ground and get carted off by the likes of me and my customers. Tell me how real it all is. It ain’t. Las Vegas is an ugly place, and I can only stand a few days at a time there.
There’s a good reason that all those sharks swim in those waters…lots of bloodied surfers splashing around. I am one, but at least I know I am.
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