DATELINE: mona, ut                                                    

Author: Karl

The cannonball sailed over the hoover damn with just enough time to dart out for a quick picture. The road swooped around lake mead and down a long desert stretch and there it was, a giant f*ing pyramid in the desert... Vegas stood before us.

We parked the cannonball at stop number one, got out and each picked our favorite machine gun. Andy went with the sniper rifle, Ilteris - laser scope assault rifle, and I preffered the guerrilla classic - AK-47. Checked in at Excaliber. We proceeded to stuff our faces with buffalo wings and oysters while girls in scantily orange booty shorts sang to me for my birthday. We slugged sips from bottles of wine and whisky in the streets. Mexicans passed us stacks of what looked like prostitute playing cards as we watched a massive fountain dance to 'All that Jazz'. Glitzy skyscrapers, an elevated monorail, interconnected labyrinths of miles of casinos. Nothing was too big and everything created flashy spectacle. Fake breasts, swirls of fire from pirate ship cannons, elevators going sidways up a pyramid, indoors converted to outdoor daytime venetian streets, bridges connected more parties, clubs, stores and casinos. Flashing, blinking, buzzing gambling all around you and everywhere. Bachlorette parties, strangers soliciting sex, bathroom stall clouds, and 5 am blackjack. Winning money and loosing money, then winning and loosing some more while the drinking and gorging conitnued. The party never ends and it feels like all sense of time and place are swirled up around u in some kind of buzzed vortex. We moved from one fantasy land to the next in debaucherous exhillaration. It ended with a thin wallet, a cracked watch, and tossing down the final free cocktail waitress cocktail at sunrise. We hit an all you can eat buffet at circus circus on the way out, 3 waters, 2 coffees and 3 servings later we're on the road through a desolate Utah mountain range.