FROM THE ARCHIVES... September 5, 2008
It's still in the early nineties in this tale, but I have since been run out of that little city by the bay by some bloated overweight gangster-wanna b bullies and have now relocated 2 somewhere out in the desert where the air is hot and dry, unlike the rampid humidity of south florida. U can get off the plane @ Miami International, barely step outside the terminal, and become a literal swamp of your own sopping sweaty mass. Vegas on the other hand, is more of a sauna in the summer, than a steam bath. i think Las Vegas translates to 'the city of smelly old vultures' in pig latin. I'm not sure, but if the local in-town casinos' patrons are any indication, it's possible it means just that. Cigarette smoke and coin pounding slot rattle-bells all day n night, and that's just the 7-11's and grocery stores. Forget about what goes on constantly on the strip, the main boulevard, where u can always find an adventure to fall in 2. I love this city. U show up as a teen, blow up on the scene, and by the time its connects u need, u know everybody--fantastik. Everyone in Vegas is full of shit but they are really convincing at it and hospitable and make the whole experience very smooth and comfortable. I'd prefer no other social environment--except for maybe a strange foreign island where the natives and newcommers all just grunt at one another, occassionally whistle, and often burst into uproarious laughter but in random spurts. I arrived on the scene in a hoody, a brim, some baggy airbrushed graff pants (Jokes n Nova hooked up) and an attitude like 'Miami, bitch, whut?' Hooked up with this big fat blobbery over-confident cat named--well, we'll call him BADMOON-- Badmoon was the condensced milk-slurping, crumbcake snatchin, stank-body pheasant from the north end of town who had a real socially pleasant shake 2 him. It was a bit sugary but it did the trick..he knew everybody, everybody wanted 2 know him, and they all loved him. he blended stupid humor with outrageous bullshit and it worked magic. For both of us; we were knee deep in friends and chicks. We would walk up in our flashy multi-colored gear (he was my new stylist) and harmonize ballards at these bitches. And I went from being this somewhat introverted artist wanna b filmmaker type, 2 a cocky rap artist badboy new guy type. badmoon had taught me how 2 b an entertainer. well he brought the entertainer out of me anyway...and we fucked THEM ALL. now, the really great or horribly shit part to the whole lv deal is this: all the guys have fucked all the same chix who have fucked all the guys who fucked all the tourists some of which fucked us. now, some of us have fucked some who were here n some who there were fuckin some of us here. now see, most of the locals have fucked most of the locals and some moved. they fucked the others who fucked the ones that were fuckin some others. the point is, we've all fucked ALL OF U. collectively. and the place keeps growing, but all within the same four walls of mountain and rock. this is the valley. not san fernand or some gay tv pop academy. this is where the rednex started, the mobsters nested, and then everyone else and in that order. and tho the place has changed a lot and become a mockery of a mockery, it still has something very special 2 it and beyond the glitz and glamour of the strip. i keep coming back and for the most part have had nothing but good experiences and good times here. plus should anything every get foul, should i ever actually need 2 correct a problem, if it's that serious, there is always a lot more empty middle earth in the desert just a few miles from civilization perfect for human burials. ~Gabe Alberro
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