Somehow I found myself flying down I-5 in my 1992 Chevrolet Silverado breaking every traffic law in the book while I passed through Truckee, CA. I was on my journey to "the biggest little city in the world". Reno, Nevada.
It all started after a series of blunders and multiple evasive maneuvers to escape the clutches of a spouses family type gathering.
So I head out of town without calling anyone or having anything planned. Show up to 15 excuses and or non responses to my request for fun at any local hole in the wall bar for the evening (AKA bunch of lame asses with no $$).
Sitting in my truck staring at my cell phones contact list contemplating which persons house I'm going to raid on this cold Friday night. I come to the conclusion it's not looking good. It's going to end up anticlimactic and boring if I do anything in this town tonight.
So what do I do?
LOL!
From there I went on to get smammered every way imaginable. It was a most glorious weekend filled with cold nights sleeping in ski resort parking lots shivering until I awake to turn the car on for more hot air flowing from the vents at high velocity. To playing with cocktail waitresses cleavage in the middle of the casino and drinking 3 hennessy & cokes at a time for hours on end while losing all my money on the horse races. IE: figure 2.1 section 3 below.
Figure 2.1 Section 3:
The weekend only got better. As I was assigned the only room left in the sold out hotel in the luxurious Silvery Legacy Casino and Resort in Reno, Nevada. Which just so happened to be a top floor HANDICAPPED suite. You heard me correctly. A mother fucking handicap persons suite. Fully equipped with hand rails, huge door ways, great views, and a spacious bathroom.
And what kind of trip would it be without an arsenal of fully automatic weaponry?
Just check out those sweet AK's and AR15's waiting to be purchased by California residents at discount prices via the pawn shop right across the street from 12 different casinos. Go figure right? LOLOL! fucking degenerate gamblers must be more common than I had originally thought.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I left this fucking town with my pockets inside out too. hahahaaaa
The moral of this story is.... When all else fails drink massive amounts of imported spic beer and cognac, lose all your money via a casino sports book, play with titties, and last but not least enjoy yourself mayne.
