The Future Pool Queen and The Sweepstakes Cult - Vegas Notes
This meant I wouldn’t have to muster the push to go scything thru the crop of Nevada’s finest to get what I thought I might want. My new neighbors: some dirty, a few crusty, a number sunscorched right down into ugly, some tubby. Surprisingly even a few of the bitchy ones know how to smile back if you do it first. We’re all human, that’s certain.
You’re not helping anyone—you’re just bleeding empathy in every direction like a sprinkler system built in hell.