I once got stuck in Vegas for a night with a buddy when his car broke down in the Valley of Fire. We got pretty fucked up and saw a lot of naked women, because evidently that weekend was some porn convention and an electronics show (which were next to one another). Because, you know, it's Vegas.
I applaud Vegas for existing, but man, do I want to stay the fuck away from it.
-I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.
-We can't go back. But I suppose we can go wherever we please.