We Came in Under the Cover of Darkness
2-27-99 4:30 PM Sa
Live--barely--from poolside at the Riviera Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada~~~We came in under the cover of darkness. I played blackjack and otherwise gambled until after sunup. I feel poisoned. Everything in this hotel seems coated in contaminated semen. Maybe the Belagio will be different. I woke up on the couch in our suite this morning, or was it afternoon? I gulped down some Tylenol and took a shower. I don't know who I thought I was fooling, but I went up to the "Health Club" and did some bench presses and curls before the pain in my head intensified beyond my desire to lift weights. I probably stopped in the nick of time before giving myself an aneurysm. Sparrows buzz my head. I went down to the gift shop and bought some more Tylenol and also a newspaper and some sunglasses. Then I went to the bar where I found Thing having a tequila beer. I got a screwdriver after waiting a while and saying, "What does a guy have to do to get a drink around here?" I tried to make sense of the headlines. We went to the buffet. The food was disgusting. I felt like I would vomit. There was no puzzle in the paper. Thing spotted a couple average-looking fine females. He went over and apologized for how beautiful he thought one of them was. She did have admirable titties. In fact, she still does, as I can see her now in her bikini here now poolside. They know I'm watching and they're playing to that, bending over for no good reason, enjoying it, I think. I lay in a chaise lounge a while. The girls are leaving now. I think they're mad that I'm writing instead of watching them or talking to them. I can barely breathe after all the shit I been smoking. They're coming this way. No, they're not now. Now they're gone. So what now? I beat off twice yesterday to get it out of my system and be horny in Vegas. I guess I should go change after this. I'd sort of like a massage, but it seems too extravagant. I asked the woman in the health club about it. It's thirty-five bucks a half hour. I asked if a man or woman was doing it. The woman behind the desk said a man was doing it today. I probably need a nap. Like to see this New York, New York tonight, maybe a titty bar if I can overcome this poisoning.
Live--barely--from poolside at the Riviera Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada~~~We came in under the cover of darkness. I played blackjack and otherwise gambled until after sunup. I feel poisoned. Everything in this hotel seems coated in contaminated semen. Maybe the Belagio will be different. I woke up on the couch in our suite this morning, or was it afternoon? I gulped down some Tylenol and took a shower. I don't know who I thought I was fooling, but I went up to the "Health Club" and did some bench presses and curls before the pain in my head intensified beyond my desire to lift weights. I probably stopped in the nick of time before giving myself an aneurysm. Sparrows buzz my head. I went down to the gift shop and bought some more Tylenol and also a newspaper and some sunglasses. Then I went to the bar where I found Thing having a tequila beer. I got a screwdriver after waiting a while and saying, "What does a guy have to do to get a drink around here?" I tried to make sense of the headlines. We went to the buffet. The food was disgusting. I felt like I would vomit. There was no puzzle in the paper. Thing spotted a couple average-looking fine females. He went over and apologized for how beautiful he thought one of them was. She did have admirable titties. In fact, she still does, as I can see her now in her bikini here now poolside. They know I'm watching and they're playing to that, bending over for no good reason, enjoying it, I think. I lay in a chaise lounge a while. The girls are leaving now. I think they're mad that I'm writing instead of watching them or talking to them. I can barely breathe after all the shit I been smoking. They're coming this way. No, they're not now. Now they're gone. So what now? I beat off twice yesterday to get it out of my system and be horny in Vegas. I guess I should go change after this. I'd sort of like a massage, but it seems too extravagant. I asked the woman in the health club about it. It's thirty-five bucks a half hour. I asked if a man or woman was doing it. The woman behind the desk said a man was doing it today. I probably need a nap. Like to see this New York, New York tonight, maybe a titty bar if I can overcome this poisoning.
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