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Originally Posted by baddog
hmmm, I don't get it, but thought i read somewhere it was westbound . . . guess not.
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Actually, being from the east coast, the first time I hit Vegas and got off the plane, I felt like someone had hit me with some uppers. I felt great man. It was like, "Oh wow...shit I got all this daytime left?!?! AWESOME!!" (No doubt, the oxygen they pump into the casino floor probably had something to do with it lol)
Coming back was a different story. Felt like I had been mugged by a hooker with the clap. Then again, I lost a brick of money...so maybe that was it too.
I dunno...I'm still going with cocaine. It's never let me down yet...well, that's what my brain keeps telling me anyway...right after all the 5am self loathing has passed.