The village idiot of Las Vegas has another conversation with a high end call girl..

"Listen moron! I've about had it up to here with you! Your such a broke ass loser! Fuck your Guerrilla Marketing ideas. I don't work with losers! Now, for the last time! Lose my number!" For those of you familiar with my blog, Foxy Roxy is a part-time girlfriend of mine in Las Vegas. You know what? Calling her a part-time girlfriend is way over! Let's just say she's a friend, who will give benefits when you pay her..I've known Roxy for a little while, and I've been in her ear about some legitimate business ideas. Even though she doesn't act receptive to my ideas, I know that deep down she is. "Roxy, I'm sorry about being such an asshole the last time we talked. I just get tired of you putting me down all the time. A guy has to stick up for himself, because know one else will!" Last time Roxy and I chatted, I called her a burn-out and told her the life she lives had jaded her. Looking back, I should have kept my big mouth shut!

"Jethro, are all guys from Kansas like you? You need to go back to Kansas! Find you a job cow tipping or shucking corn, or whatever the hell it is you do in Kansas! You talk a big game, but your broke loser ass can't get anything done! You want to know something funny? Carmen says that you and I are soul mates in some kind of fucked up way. I told her she was crazy..I look at this way, you fuck a guy a few times because you feel sorry for him! And your the kind of headache I get for doing it! Your just not worth the effort! So please! I'm asking you kindly! Lose my number!" The only thing I really heard in her rant was that Carmen, who happens to be another high end call girl, told Roxy that the two of us were soul mates in some kind of fucked-up way. I agree with that train of thought. Now, the hard part?  I was going to have to convince Roxy to give me another chance or at the least, keep Roxy from totally shutting me out...

"Roxy how long have you been in the life?" Roxy had already told me that she has been in the good time business for 10+ years, but I wanted to hear it from her lips again.."Jethro, why do you give a shit? Why can't you just go away like the rest of the guys I'm with? Didn't your mother ever tell you that it was dangerous to fall in love with a whore?" Actually, my mother told me that exact statement on a number of occasions, but who listens to their mother? "Listen Jethro, your driving me up the fucking wall with some of your ideas, that's all you really care about! I know that your broke and can't afford a girl like me, and I get that your ambitious. I just can't believe as nasty as I am to you. You always come back for more. That's why Carmen thinks were soul mates. Most guys, or I should say most guys besides you, would be long gone by now." It's a competitive world in the high end call girl game. The girls in Las Vegas don't have a lot of time for sympathy, and I get that! Believe me I do! But still, if your a dumb shit Kansas boy? It's not that you want to take Roxy back to Kansas and introduce her to your family. That's not the relationship your looking for in a girl like her..Plain and simple..The reason I'm attracted to her? She's dangerous! "Roxy, I want to see you again. When can that happen?" Talking on the phone gets old. I wanted to see her in person.."Jethro, call me in a week or so. I'll be back in town then. I have to tell you something before I hang-up on you. I still agree with your Uncle Ned about you not having what it takes to be successful. Guys like you just don't have it..I hope you don't take that the wrong way."

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."I chatted with my ex wife in Kansas the other day. It had been a while since we last chatted and I was curious to what she was doing or planning. A few months ago the two of us were making arrangements to get her back to Las Vegas, and then the communication broke down..I told her this.."Look, are you still on board with some of my ideas?" She said yes.."Than I need you to do something! I don't care if it is good or bad! Just do something that lets me know you are serious!" She said she would. I guess will see..

The village idiot of Las Vegas talks about his friend from Brooklyn..

"Rocco, what the hell is going on? It won't be long before Mad Max happens." The thing I like most about my current employment status? The variety of  people who work there. Anyone who has ever worked in a boiler room can attest to my statement. My friend Rocco is originally from Brooklyn, and it's written all over him! "Hey Rob, I watched a couple of movies the other day that remind me of this place..The Hills Have Eyes and New Jack City." I immediately busted out laughing. Rocco and I have a game we play. The rules are fairly simple! We take our current employment and we fine something in the outside world to compare it with..So when he said 'The Hills Have Eyes' and 'New Jack City', which I've seen both, it was easy for me to make the correlation. I tried to explain the game to my Uncle Ned in Kansas, but he wasn't getting it..I guess it's just one of those things you have to live to appreciate?

"Jesus, I can't get any surveys today. What's the gig Rob?" My friend Rocco is an interesting guy any which way you slice it. The accent! The look! The attitude! He reminds me a lot of the Vin Diesel character in -Knock Around Guys. "Rocco, I know why your not getting any surveys. Your not projecting your Brooklyn charm enough on the phone." Guys from Brooklyn are not into mincing their words, and Rocco is no exception.."If I really wanted to show them my Brooklyn charm? I would show up at their house with a baseball bat and a gun tucked into my waist band. That's how a lot of stuff gets done in Brooklyn!" Rocco spends more than his fair amount of time in the gym. I'm guessing he could body slam a guy like me without breaking a sweat, and I'm a big guy! "Rocco, what part of Brooklyn are you from?" Brooklyn is a very diverse community, to say the least! "I'm from Bensonhurst originally, I haven't been back in a long time, but I still carry it with me where ever I go."

"Hey Rob, you like to hear funny stories. I got one that your going to like." Rocco was right. I love to hear funny stories and this guy from Brooklyn had a bunch of them.."My dad used to train with Lou Ferrigno at a gym in Brooklyn." Most people recognize Lou Ferrigno's name from his days as the Incredible Hulk.."Lou's major competition back in those days was Arnold." Ferrigno and Schwarzenegger were the two major names in bodybuilding during the 70's.."Ferrigno's dad would always stand behind the curtains during the group pose of the competition and say..Beat that Nazi! Beat that Nazi! Now, if it wasn't for Arnold? Lou would have won a bunch of Mr. Universe titles, but Arnold was always a little better. Well, it was the Brooklyn Invitational and Arnold had won again. Afterwards, he sees the elder Ferrigno back stage and they start arguing about his antics. Arnold got pissed and he picked him up and stuffed him in a trash can. After that happened? Ferrigno Sr. never chanted..Beat that Nazi again." What a funny story:)

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."This is for my web developer friend in Denver..I talked with an Asian friend of mine the other day. We rehashed an organic growth strategy and how it could be applied to an Asian community. My friends English and Mandarin are both perfect. He likes what I'm saying a lot and has agreed to help. The thing he wants to see? Action!"

The village idiot of Las Vegas talks about his favorite casino mogul..

"Hey Steve, how come you don't have my villa ready? What the hell is going on at this Roach Coach? I called my concierge last night and she assured me that my villa would be ready! You know what? The hell with this place! I'm going over to the Bellagio." At the time, I was standing at the high roller check-in at the Wynn Resort in Las Vegas. I was voicing my displeasure to the head honcho of the Wynn. The one and only Steve Wynn. "Mr. Astle I apologize immensely for your inconvenience. If you could just give us a few minutes? We're going to kick Brad and Angelina out of their villa and give it to you. Again Mr. Astle, it will only be a few minutes." Being the whale that I am? Expecting immediate and superior service at any resort in Las Vegas I choose to frequent is common place. "OK, since it's Brad and Angelina that you have to give the boot to, I'll wait, but hurry up, the clock is ticking." Steve Wynn is not a guy who is used to taking orders, but when someone is sporting the bank roll that I am? He makes the exception.."Yes sir Mr. Astle. 10 minutes it is. One last thing Mr. Astle, would you like me to arrange some company for you?" The Wynn is a full service resort. If you know what I mean? "Steve, why do you ask such a stupid question? This time make sure they're Brazilian!" And then the alarm clock went off and woke me from my dream:(

The Steve Wynn story is one of legends. A good number of people believe Mr. Wynn is the most significant player in not just Las Vegas, but the entire gaming industry. His list of accomplishments in the gaming world are beyond reproach..Now, Mr. Wynn and I are on different universes when it comes to our socio-economic scales. None the less, both of us made a mistake four years ago and are eager to see it get corrected! What was that mistake? We voted for President Obama..Now, know one really cares about what my opinion is, but Mr. Wynn? That's a different story. I read an article a couple of weeks ago in The Las Vegas Sun. The article quoted him as saying this.."I've talked with my friends who own the parcel of land across from my resort." A group of Israeli bankers bought the spot back in the boom. Now it's worth a fraction of what they paid for it. Mr. Wynn went on to say.."I've got the money, the knowledge and the ability to turn that spot into something special and my friends who own the parcel are willing to help. The problem is this administrations economic policies are not anywhere friendly enough for me to take that risk. If I could do with confidence? What I'm envisioning? Easily, 10,000 jobs would be created. I've decided against it because of the uncertainty the current administration projects on the overall economy." Point blank, Mr. Wynn was stating that he wanted to build an arena or a convention center across from his hotel but was far to skeptical to take such a chance.

I was chatting with a certain left-winger friend of mine the other day. As usual, the discussion turned to politics and what was best for the country. I told him about what Steve Wynn had said and how I agreed with him. He told me this.."Who cares what Steve Wynn thinks! He's nothing but a rich plutocrat who doesn't give a damn about the ordinary man. I'm getting sick and tired of hearing him whine about how bad he's got it. Jesus, the guy is a billionaire a couple times over. Why is he complaining?" My friend was right on one thing, Mr. Wynn is a billionaire a couple times over..Since I'm the unofficial president of the Steve Wynn fan club, I felt it my duty to defend him on his stance.."Look, when was the last time a poor guy gave you a job?" My friend just shrugged his shoulders.."The answer to that? Never! This is what I don't understand when people start bitching about Wynn or others like him, he's a job creator! The country needs jobs! I got news for you! If Obama gets re-elected, Wynn and others like him will just keep sitting on the sidelines or take their money abroad. The economy will only get worse!"

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."Nowadays, you hear everyone talk about the widening gap between the rich and the poor, the haves and have nots. Now, I'm definitely a have not, but that doesn't bother me one bit! It's like this, the only problem I have with the 1%? I'm not one of them!"

The village idiot of Las Vegas gets told off by a high end call girl..

"Roxy, I am going to replace you with a newer, slicker version. And to top it all off. She has the same name as you. I am going to call her Foxy Roxy 2." My friend Roxy is a high end call girl in Las Vegas. Every once in a blue moon she will be my girlfriend. The other day I met a younger version of her, and it just so happens the younger version shares the first name as the latter.

"Jethro, you are telling me you met some twenty two year old cutie with the same first name as me and you honestly think she is going to be interested in a broke ass loser like you? Reality check! Not going to happen!" I was just yanking her chain a little, she doesn't have to be so nasty about things, "Jethro, why are you calling me?" she then adds, "And why do I answer the phone when you do?" Roxy is an addiction for me. Any guy with half a brain would have moved on a long time ago. I can't seem to do that - "Roxy, you know I was only teasing you. No reason to get worked up about things," I tell her with a chuckle. "Jethro," she says in an agitated tone, "You are such a fucking moron. You think I would get jealous of your dumb ass? Grow-up asshole!" I should have left things at that...but me and my big mouth.

"Roxy, you know what makes this girl different from you? Mileage! She has about ten years less than you do. This girl is sweet as can be, not jaded like you." I should have heeded my original thought and kept my big mouth shut - "Listen! You fucking prick!" she yells emphatically, "I can out drink! Out fight! And out fuck! Any of these young bitches in Las Vegas! I wouldn't even let this bitch you are describing carry my purse! You think you're so cool because you can write? Hey, what's it gotten you? Nothing! You know what your problem is Jethro? Besides being a fucking loser! You don't have it! Your Uncle Ned was right about what he said about you. This time I am for real! Forget about you and me! And lose my fucking number!"

The village idiot of Las Vegas runs into his favorite Mark Wahlberg fan..

I still remember when Mark Wahlberg was part of the Funky Bunch. Does that make me old? Anyways, I watched one of my favorite movies the other day..'Invincible'..By now, most everyone is familiar with the story of Vince Papele, the character Wahlberg portrays in the film. Their is a certain scene that really strikes close to home with me..Papele is sitting at the kitchen table with his father, he tells his pops that he's broke and is going to have trouble making the rent. Throw in the fact that his wife had left him and he just lost his job. Things looked pretty bleak. Although, he did have one thing going for him. The Philadelphia Eagles invited him to try out for the team. Most everyone believed he had no shot at making it. Hell, he didn't even think he had a chance..But his dad said something that really stuck out when he told him about his opportunity.."Son, don't get your hopes up to high. A man can only take so much failure." For those of you who haven't seen the movie? I don't want to give much away. I would say this. If your looking for a good story with a lot of heart and desire behind it? 'Invincible' is your movie!

When I worked at 7-11, this girl used to come in and tell me that she was the biggest Mark Wahlberg fan in Las Vegas. It's a good thing she looked like a Victoria Secrets' model or I would have been taken a back by her statement. Anyways, I saw her the other day at this new burger joint in town. I wasn't sure if she was going to recognize me, but to my surprise? She did.."Mr. 7-11 where have you been?" I used to tell people when I worked their to call me that. It was a lot easier to remember than Rob. In a way, I miss being called that..Anyways, this girl is model material, and she knows it! "I'm doing fine. How are you! Oh by the way, I was thinking about you the other day when I was watching our favorite actor in one of his movies." Whenever she came into 7-11, we would always tease each other about who was the bigger Mark Wahlberg fan. "Which movie did you watch?" I've developed a certain trick in getting women like her to talk with me. You want to know what it is? Find something they like, and only talk to them about that. If our conversation moved very far from Mark Wahlberg? It would be lost. I then told her this.."The one and only Invincible." She smiled and said.."You watched that on FX didn't you?" She was right..My response? "How did you know that?" She looks at me, smiles (I thought I was going to melt when she smiled) and says.."Because I recorded it the other day and am going to watch it tonight when I get off work."

When I worked at 7-11, I must have asked this girl out 10 times, and she always said no..She's way, way, way, out of my league, but still you never know if you don't ask! Even multiple times! "Hey, I've always thought that you and I had a vibe between us. Think about it for a moment. I'm an old school Mark Wahlberg fan, and your new school." I refer to her as a new school fan because she's only 22. "I've been a fan of his for almost as long as you've been alive. We should get a drink and I can bring you up to speed on all his career moves." She looks at me with these piercing blue eyes and says.."Mr. 7-11, you are so funny and charming. I've already told you that your way to old for me. Last time you asked me out and I said no. I offered to introduce you to my mother. She's single." We then shared a laugh and she told me that she had to leave..Now I had to ask her a question before she left, and I had to do it without looking like a moron. I wasn't sure what her first name was.."Before you go, what's your first name? I just know you as the girl who looks like a Victoria Secrets' model and loves Mark Wahlberg." My charm overload must have been on overdrive, because she then walks up to me and gives me a kiss on the lips. Not a big kiss, it was a thanks for the compliment kiss.."Mr. 7-11 my name is Roxanne, and I'm late for an appointment." She then said adios and left..For those of you familiar with my blog? I've already got a friend named Roxy..aka Foxy Roxy..Oh well, as far as I can tell, their isn't any law that says you can't know two girls named Roxy..Foxy Roxy 2..

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."A few weeks ago, a potential investor in some of my ideas was in town. We talked extensively about what a good Guerrilla Marketer would like. Without question! A girl like Roxy 2 would be primo for the job. In all reality, a girl like her would be far to expensive. Let me retract some on that statement..A girl like her would be far to expensive..Unless, I could work some of the Astle charm on her. You know? Show her an idea and plan that makes sense!"

The village idiot of Las Vegas finds a good time girl for his friend.

"I've been reading your blog, and I want you to tell me how you know for sure a girl is a professional in Las Vegas. I think you are being far too liberal in how many women are in the pay for pleasure business in this town. You make it sound like every other women here is in the business." An old friend of mine from Kansas was in town this week for a convention. I literally hadn't seen him in twenty years. So when he called and told me he was in town and wanted to meet for a drink, I was happy to oblige. 

It was Friday night on the strip and the two of us are sitting at a bar. This was the first time he had been to Las Vegas in fifteen years. "This town has changed immensely," he comments. He then looks around and says, "I want to get a girl. Do you think you can find one for me? How much will it cost?" If you can't find a girl in Las Vegas you are either blind or stupid, no in between. Anyways, I ask my friend how much does he want to pay? He then reaches into his pocket, pulls out a wad of bills and says, "Do you think this will cover it?" I was guessing it was three or four grand he was flashing...Basically, he had enough - "Go find one for me and bring her to my room," he requests with a smile. I told him to find his own, he was the one with the money. Anyways, he says this to me, "Come on! You are Mr. Vegas. Do an old buddy a favor and round one up for me. What are friends for?" I agree to his request. He gives a brief description of what he is desiring and then adds, "I will be waiting in my room. When you find her, bring her up there. I appreciate this buddy."

I have to let everyone in on a secret about how to spot a good time girl in Las Vegas. It's really quite simple. Find a girl or a small group of girls who are congregating in a bar or sitting at a slot machine by themselves. That is a tell-tell sign they might be professionals. Once you've spotted it, approach and strike up conversation. If they respond or seem friendly to your advances, that is another sign:

It only took five minutes of trolling before I ran into a usual suspect - "Sweetie," I tell her after buying her a second round, "I am going to cut to the chase with you. A friend of mine is in town and he is looking for company. This guy is carrying around a nice chunk of change and he's looking to spend some of it on a good time. You seem like a nice girl and I was wondering if you'd be interested." She was phenomenal! Black hair, brown eyes, a miniskirt hugging her full figure -"Honey, what is your friend looking for?" She says with a purr in her voice. "He is looking for the works, around the world, the whole enchilada.  Now he's a little on the shy side. So that's why I'm doing the negotiating for him."

She looks at me after my statement, smiles and says, "If he wants the works, that will cost him 2k." Two thousand seems steep for something that was probably going to last an hour at the most. Besides, you never take a working girls first offer! Remember! Everything is negotiable in the world's oldest profession! "2k seems awful steep. He can't swing that much. He is thinking a long the lines of $600." She then looks at me and says, "Look, I will cut the rate to $1500 for what you're telling me. If he doesn't like that. He can screw himself. Believe me. I'll be worth every dime!" I was still thinking $600, so I thanked her for her time and proceeded to leave. As I was leaving, I hear her yell, "Hold on! Look, I could probably bring my rate down to a $1000, but that is it," I then look at her and say, "How about we do this? We split the difference between the $600 and the $1000...Call it $800.00?" She nods and says, "OK, $800 will give him an hour. Where is he?"

We make our way up to his room, I knock on the door, he answers. He had a smile from ear to ear when he saw what I brought for him. I then said - "This is Alisha, she is a friend of mine, and she has agreed to give you an hour of her time for $800. Does that sound good to you?" He looks at me and nods. I then say, "OK dude, it was nice seeing you. I got to head out. Call me next time you come to town." I had to work in a few hours. Besides I had done my duty, "Hey Rob," he tells me as I shake his hand, "Thanks for everything I will catch you next time. Come on in Sugar," he then escorts the girl into his room and closes the door.

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day, "Las Vegas has an out of control prostitution problem. All the more reason to legalize and tax it. Let's face it, the worlds oldest profession is never going to go away! Why not legalize and derive the revenue from it. Lord knows, the country needs it! The revenue, that is."

A typical day at work for the village idiot of Las Vegas..Part 3..

"Eazy-E what the hell is going on?" How many people are familiar with the old school rap group N.W.A or its founder Eazy-E? They're old school, to me at least. Anyways, if they ever had an Eazy-E look-a-like contest in Las Vegas? I'd  recommend that my friend from work Marcus enter the competition. "Hey Eazy is it true that N.W.A is getting back together for a reunion tour?" In real life that would be impossible since Eazy-E died a long time ago, but nonetheless I figure Marcus could step in and fill the vacuum. All we would have to do is convince Dre, Ice Cube, MC Ren, and Yella to go along with the idea. Something tells me that's not going to happen:(

"What's up Vanilla Ice? Are you getting a lot of surveys?" Vanilla Ice is the nickname he's given me. At the time we were on break from taking political surveys at our job. This kid has Eazy-E down to a science. He was wearing sunglasses, an L.A. Kings baseball hat, a plaid shirt, and baggy pants. Shit, even his hair had Gerry curls. "Marcus how many people have told you that you look like Eazy-E? Damn boy, your a spitting image of him." I know I'm not the only guy who has noticed the resemblance. I've heard a couple other people at work call him Eazy-E as well. I then added this to my question. "Where you from fool? Compton?" For those of you familiar with N.W.A? That line was a staple in a lot of their raps..

"No, I'm not from Compton. I grew up in the Valley, but my mother is from Compton, and no she never knocked boots with Eazy-E." Eazy-E is from Compton, his mother is from Compton. I was starting to see a correlation.."Are you sure that Eazy and your mother never crossed paths? Hell you even sound like him." This kid is really good natured, so I decided to tease him a little more. A lot of people would get upset if you accused them of not knowing who their daddy was. It was obvious that Marcus relished the fact that he was a spitting image of Eazy-E. You could tell by the way he dressed, talked, and acted.."Bust a rhyme for me Eazy!" He had the appearance down to a tee. Now it was time to call him out on his rap skills.

Marcus then went into his rendition of 'Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn'..I'll be the first to admit that he wasn't half bad. He wasn't as good as the original,  but still it was kind of like standing next to a ghost of him.."Alright Eazy, I'll catch you around." Break was over and it was time to head back to the political survey world. Thanks to Marcus, I had 'Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn' stuck in my head for the rest of my shift:)

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."I chatted with a potential investor a few weeks ago about Guerrilla Marketing. I promised him that recruiting people wouldn't be a problem. Think about this for a moment..The place I work at is loaded with 20 somethings, and for the most part their job is going to be over after the elections. Putting it lightly, they are going to be looking for work..Enter Rob Astle and his Guerrilla Marketing ideas to fill the void?"

The village idiot of Las Vegas talks with his friend Foxy Roxy..Part 2..

"Jethro, why do you keep calling me? And why do I keep answering when you do? What is it with you guys from Kansas? Don't you know how to take a hint! I'm not interested in you one bit!" My friend Foxy Roxy is quite the firecracker! She claims that she is not attracted to me, but we both know that is a lie.."Roxy, I just wanted to see how you were doing. Make sure you made it back from Del Mar OK." Roxy is a high end call girl, and the last time I chatted with her she was in San Diego on business. The truth is I worry about her well being. The call girl scene is hardly a Mr. Nice Guy business. She once told me that a customer of hers tried to strangle her. She ended up kicking him in the nuts and running out of the hotel room half naked to escape. "Jethro, thanks for your concern. I'm fine. I apologize for being such a bitch to you lately. I just can't figure you out. Carmen told me that once I give up the life, I should get with you and have a couple kids. Do the white picket fence stuff."

Her statement about kids and a white picket fence put a smile on my face. The thought of Roxy wearing an apron and getting the kids ready for school is? Well, how do I say this? I guess the best way to say it? Not very likely. "Roxy what are you doing this weekend? Maybe we could hang out?" The rare times that I get to spend with Roxy are lots of fun, and I was getting a vibe that maybe? She was feeling a little lonely.."Jethro, I'm headed back to Del Mar tomorrow. I've got another client flying in from the East coast. So the two of us spending any time together is out of the question." I've got to admit it, I was a little disappointed, but business comes first with a girl like Roxy.."Look Jethro, I thought I already made this clear to you, but your like a stubborn mule! So I'm going to say it again, for the 100th time. When you get some money or the life I'm living comes to an end. We can hook-up then! Until either one of those things happens? Well, you can forget about it!"

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."I should just forget about Roxy. It would make sense! Tons of other fish in the sea! I tell myself that all the time. You know what the attraction is when I really think about it? She's a very interesting character, and I believe the two of us could help each other some day."

A typical day at work for the village idiot of Las Vegas...

"Mr. Johnson, would you say that you have a very favorable opinion, somewhat favorable, somewhat unfavorable, or very unfavorable opinion of Barack Obama?" My current form of unemployment is best described as monkey work, basically you could train a monkey to do it. Taking political surveys over the phone is extremely boring, but every once in a while you'll find some one interesting to talk with.."What did you say your name was again?" At the time, I was on the phone with a Mr. Johnson from North Dakota, one of the very first questions you ask the person is how they would rate the presidents job.."My name is Rob, sir." Mr. Johnson's reply to my query? "Do you have a choice of very, very, extremely poor?" I'm not a big Obama fan and by the tone of his voice and the answer to my question, he wasn't a big believer in Hope and Change either..."Let's move on to the next question sir. I catch your drift." The very last question in most political surveys is? What political party do you affiliate yourself with? His answer? "I'm a registered Libertarian, Rob." He then asked me what political party I was affiliated with.."Mr. Johnson, we must be brothers from different mothers. I'm a registered Libertarian as well!" We both shared a hearty laugh, and then I thanked him for his time and moved on to the next caller..

The other day, I sat next to a young black kid at work. I'm guessing he was 21,22? It's always nice to set next to someone you can bullshit with, makes time go much faster..Turns out this kid was a big basketball fan, so in between calls we held a spirited debate about who was better..Lebron or Jordan..Anyways, the kid gets up from his station and tells me it's his break time. About 20 minutes later he shows back up, and the odor that followed him was unmistakable.."Cheech and Chong, I can smell you from a mile way. Damn that smells like some good shit." By the smell of things, it was obvious the kid spent his break time smoking a joint. "I know my man, but this fucking job is so boring that I had to step out and get my smoke on." I could care less if this kid spent his break time smoking a joint, I just found it humorous. The kid was wearing sunglasses and smelled like a Lollapalooza festival. I damn near got a contact high from him.."You should have joined me, a little mota never hurt know one, especially in a boring ass job like this." If I was 15-20 years younger? I would've taken him up on his offer:) Anyways, the day passes by, and I watch this kid devour three bags of chips, a burrito, and 3 Cokes. He had a serious case of the munchies:)

About an hour after he came back from his break, one of the floor supervisors walked down our row and says.."Some one enjoyed a little Bob Marley on their break. Don't you know your supposed to share that shit with everyone?" I immediately started laughing after I heard his statement. At first glance I think the supervisor thought it was me. I shook my head to notify him it wasn't me, he then looked at my new friend and said.."Can't you wait until your shift is over before you light up a fatty?" The kid looked at him and said.."No, not at a boring ass job like this." In most places you would probably get fired if you smoked a joint on your break, not this place..The supervisor just rolled his eyes and said.."One of these days you young brothers are going to learn." After the supervisor left, I asked the kid this.."Were you worried that Jeff (supervisor) might rat you out for being stoned at work?" His reply.."That clown, I sell him weed every week. Half the people in this refugee camp are slinging weed. He can kiss my ass!" One thing I've noticed about a lot of these young kids in Las Vegas nowadays? They're not afraid to speak their mind.

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."I was driving down Durango, and I saw my favorite bum in Las Vegas. He's always holding up a sign that reads "I'm not going to lie. I need a beer!" A few months ago I stopped and bought him a beer, and if I wouldn't have been in a hurry? I would have done it again..I know that sounds weird to most people, I guess I just admire his honesty."

The village idiot of Las Vegas talks to his friend Foxy Roxy about Guerrilla Marketing..

"Jethro, I thought I told you to lose my number. What's a matter with you boy? Are you stupid? Why are you calling me? You've got to be the biggest asshole I've ever met! Fuck off!" Last time I chatted with my friend Roxy, it didn't go so well. It had been a few weeks, and I figured everything had pretty much blown over, so I decided to call her again. Judging by her response, she was still carrying a little hostility towards me.."Hello to you too." I figured I would just let her yell at me for a minute or two and then apologize for whatever it is that made her mad at me.."Why do I bother answering the phone when you call? What the fuck do you want, and make it quick. I'm busy!" I then heard some one yell 'Hi Jethro' over her phone.

"Roxy where are you at?" I could hear all sorts of commotion in the background.."Not that it's any of your business, but I'm at Delmar with Carmen." Delmar is a horse racing track located in San Diego, lots of money flows through that place, in turn you will find all sorts of high end women hanging around. Carmen is a friend of Roxy's. She's another high end call girl (read post VI of Las Vegas and his almost Penthouse Forum moment)..Anyways, when she told me she was at Delmar, I knew right away she was working, or looking for work. "Are you with a client? I can talk to you some other time if your busy." One thing I've learned in my dealings with Roxy? Never get in the way of her business.."Jethro, if I was with a client? I wouldn't have answered my phone. Use your head boy! Now, you have one minute to tell me what it is you want!" Getting women like Roxy to pay attention to you without a fistful of money is a very daunting task. So when she told me I had one minute to get the point across. I went straight into my elevator pitch..

"Roxy, I've told you a number of times how I think you and some of your friends would make phenomenal Guerrilla Marketers! Well, I had a buddy of mine come into town last week. He's a very accomplished web developer. Anyways, the two of us started talking about how to promote a website. I told him about you and how I thought you would make an excellent Guerrilla Marketer. He had a friend with him, and they were both very intrigued about the idea. Anyways, when you get back to town. Let's meet up and I will give more details." There was a brief silence over the phone, and I began to wonder if she had hung up on me..Fortunately, that was not the case.."Jethro, if bullshit were money? You would be a billionaire by now! Now listen up! If and when you can get your shit together, and when I say getting your shit together? That means money more than anything. I'm willing to listen! Lose my number until then!" Roxy has a habit of hanging up on me without saying goodbye, and today was no exception. All things aside, I can put up with her lack of phone etiquette if she is willing to listen to some of my ideas.

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."Getting a girl like Roxy or her friend Carmen to sign up for a Guerrilla Marketing effort in Las Vegas might be a little tricky at first because of price constraints. Not to worry! The great thing about Las Vegas? Attractive people are a dime dozen and eventually we would be able to find a group that fits our price points."

The village idiot of Las Vegas talks with a potential Guerrilla Marketer..

Tonight should be interesting for the country (first presidential debate)..To me, it doesn't matter who gets elected. Neither one of them is going to do a thing to help Rob Astle! That's why I will be voting all things Libertarian on my ballot. Anyways, enough with the politics..

"Prince Donnie I've got to ask you a question." My friend Donnie works at the local 7-11. The reason I call him Prince Donnie? He bares a striking resemblance to Prince Harry of England. If you colored his hair red? My guess is he could make a living as a Prince Harry double. Now, when I look at a kid like this? I immediately start seeing dollar signs. He's young, good looking, personable, well spoken, and is used to dealing with lots of people. All of these traits make for a pitch-perfect Guerrilla Marketer..He then looks at me and says. "What's up dude? What's your question?" I've been practicing my 60 second elevator pitch for quite some time, and it go's something like this. "Donnie are you familiar with Guerrilla Marketing?" He shook his head no..My reply. "Picture this! We have you and a number of other attractive guys and gal promote a product or service in a large setting. The goal is to get face to face with as many potential customers as possible. Explain to them what are service does, and how it would be a benefit to them. In the end, we're striving to make their initial contact with our product or service memorable, and get their e-mail, so we can sell them!"

I've known this kid for quite a while, and I was 99% positive that I would get a good response out of him. Turns out I was right.."I've got to tell you something Rob. I don't want to work at 7-11 for the rest of my life. I've been reading your blog some and I can tell from your writing that your a very creative guy. I'm up for any opportunity that makes sense." I've stated a number of times in previous blog posts, that most of my friends in Las Vegas are a lot younger than I am. Donnie reminds me of me 15-20 years ago. I was a little better looking:) Well, I told him that I would no more later, and off I went. A potential investor in some of my ideas asked "How many of these people do you actually know?" What he was really asking? How many attractive younger people do you know. The honest answer? A ton! And with a well defined plan? I could find a ton more. Las Vegas is a young persons town! And when I say young? I mean 19-29. The ideas I've been preaching would put an emphasis on that demographic.

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."If you put a person like me in charge of forming a Guerrilla Marketing team in Las Vegas and throw in a little bit of resources behnd it? I'm 100% confident that a 'dream team' could be established. Once that happens! All we would need is a sexy and cool product or service to aim our efforts at. The research tells me that's a pretty solid recipe for attention, and attention is what leads to customers."

One last thing, a potential investor asked me how much it would cost to hire a Guerrilla Marketer? My friend Donnie makes $8.50 an hour working at 7-11. My recommendation is paying them a better rate than what they are currently making. Everyone would get a 1099 and thus would be responsible for their own taxes.

The village idiot talks politics and business with a friend from his home town..Part 2..

Last weekend I met up with an old friend from my home town in Kansas. He was in Las Vegas for a couple of days blowing off some steam with another friend of his. Turns out my old friend from Kansas is quite the political pundit. So when I told him that I was a registered Libertarian, and thus would be voting Libertarian across the whole ballot in the upcoming elections, he asked why?

"The Libertarian movement puts people's economic and civil liberties at the forefront. They also believe in a very limited scope of government." My friend's reply? "So your telling me that we need to cut the government's role in our life tremendously, and then leave a lot of decisions up to our own device? The thought of self governance won't work." I needed to make my statement a bit more clear to my friend, so I told him this.."I agree with you on self governance not working. It's not that I'm saying the government's role in society should be abolished. It needs to be scaled back tremendously! In my opinion, especially nowadays! The size and scope of government is getting in the way of progress in this country." My friend then looked at me and said.."I agree with you that the size of government needs to shrink. The question? How much?" Both of us shrugged our shoulders.

"Spencer, let me show you and Bassom what the future of gaming is." At the time all three of us were walking through the Venetian. They were attending a show in an hour, in the meantime, I wanted to educate them on a few things Vegas. "Take a look at this. This is what you would call Real-time." We were sitting in the Race & Sports Book at the Venetian, and I was showing them the latest advancement in Race & Sports gaming. (Real time) gambling can be defined as such:

Generally when a person places a wager on a race or sporting event, they have limited options to choose from, and then are forced to wait on the outcome of that option. Real time allows gamblers a much wider array of choices to wager on. Example: In a real time setting a person would be able to bet on whether a player makes or misses a free throw, or hits a double versus striking out. Basically, every which way you could imagine to make a bet on an event! Real-time will provide the option..

I could tell that I was getting through when I looked at them and they were both nodding as if they were agreeing. Spencer then asked me this.."I'm impressed and both of us think you are right, but what are all the legalities of an operation like this?" My reply? "First of all, parimutuel gaming is perfectly legal online in this country (Parimutuel gaming is horse and dog betting)..Online Poker is not legal..That's going to change after the elections. As we speak, the government is in the process of running out all of the foreign operators, the intention is to hand all of the business over to domestic operators. By the way, the very first thing that will happen in the State of Nevada legislature in 2013. They will legalize online Poker play, once that happens? Sporting events will follow! Why would the United States government do this? Revenue! Think of it this way! The government is going to tax the sin out of it..One last thing, the United States makes up 70% of the online gaming business! It's a multi-billion dollar business! How much revenue has our government got from it? Zip, zilch, Nada, nil! One last final thing and then I will shut my pie hole:) If and when they legalize online gaming, the revenue predictions are ASTONISHING! 50 BILLION BY 2015! 100 BILLION by 2020!"

After I was done with my rant, I looked my two friends in the face. Call it a sixth sense? They were interested. The only question they had for me? "How do we get connected into the scene?" In a number of previous blog posts, I write heavily about ORGANIC GROWTH STRATEGIES AND GUERRILLA MARKETING..My concerns about web development and CAPTURE PAGES are very minimal. Since both of my friends are accomplished web developers. "Spencer, Bassom, listen up! We need a boots on the street approach, and Las Vegas is just the town for it! I'm very familiar with the psyche of this town! Not to mention I could find a number of foot soldiers to help promote our efforts. All of us know an effort like this has to start on the streets. The ultimate goal is to get it viral..ASAP..but its got to start some where."

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."I don't care how good an idea is or sounds. It all starts on the street! I liken it to putting a big jigsaw puzzle together. All the pieces are lying on the street, and it's my job to find them and put them together. A friend of mine told me that an analogy like that sounds hokey. That may be so, but it's still understandable to most."