Monday, March 25, 2013

The village idiot of Las Vegas gives the Chinatown tour to an old friend from Kansas...

"Look, another one, it seems like every time I try to count all of the restaurants in Chinatown; I always seem to miss one. So to answer your question about how many restaurants are in Chinatown. I don't know, but I know they're a hell of a lot of them." An old buddy of mine was in town for the weekend, and he was curious about all the Chinatown stuff I've been blogging about, so I gave him the tour.

"Kam, pull into BBQ King, I want to show my friend something." Kam is my main man in Chinatown, and of late he has taken on the job of being my chauffeur, my car is a junker. BBQ King is a restaurant in the heart of Chinatown; he has a little piece of it. "Look at this buddy, if you turn to the right you see a Vietnamese sandwich shop, if you turn to the left another Chinese restaurant, now look behind you, a Thai place." Literally the places I'm describing are less then 30 yards from each other. "My partners and I have signed up all these places, with a gaggle more on the hook!"

When I first took my buddy to Chinatown; he was suffering from a mild case of what I like to call white boy shock. White boy shock tends to happen when you're the only white boy in the neighborhood. I got over mine a long time ago. Anyways, he knew what I was trying to get at. "Listen, I see what your trying to do. Let me process some things and get back to you." He knows that I'm trying to hit him up for investment and I know he won't invest a thing if he doesn't get what I'm talking about. So when he told me that, I left it alone. After we dropped him off at his resort, Kam asked me how long I had known him. "I first met my buddy from Kansas when I was 12. We met at a summer basketball camp. Turned out he was from a neighboring town, and we've been friends since."

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the village idiot thought of the day. "I didn't get to spend a lot of time with my old friend this weekend, but that's OK. I drew a clear enough picture to give him a decent idea of what I'm talking about."




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