The village idiot of Las Vegas reads his blog to a group of ladies on Fremont street.

"Young ladies! I guarantee I can put a smile on your face and a tear in your eye. Give me two and a half minutes and I will prove it," the last few days I have been reading the blog to anyone who will listen (the goal is to see what kind of effect my narrative has plus get feedback). Last night I set up shop in downtown Las Vegas. 

"What's the Village Idiot of Las Vegas?" a young lady asks - I was standing on the corner of Fremont and Las Vegas Blvd holding a cardboard sign with The Village Idiot of Las Vegas written in black ink on it. A group of four ladies were passing by and my carnival barking coupled with the sign caught their attention - "I am the Village Idiot of Las Vegas and I write a blog about my life in Las Vegas," I then add, "If you ladies would be so kind to give me three minutes of your time I would like to share a tidbit for you and get your opinion on it." - They look at each other and one says -- "Sure, let's hear it."

I immediately start into a condensed version of a  favorite post. I am a quarter of the way through and I look up to see what their reaction is - all of them are looking at me. I continue reading and three quarters of the way through I look up again. They are all still looking at me - now with smiles. Moments later I finish reading the post, look up and ask their thoughts.

One lady says -"Let me get this straight. The story you just read happened to you, Right?" I tell her yes - A second lady then says -- "This is some kind of pick up line. You are a pick up artist," I smile and say - "I promise that's not my intentions at all. It's just that I have been writing a blog about my life for a while and I decided I would come down here and share it with anyone who was willing to listen." 

There was an awkward silence for a moment and a third lady chimes in - "I followed you the whole time. You are writing a reality blog. That story you read us is wonderful," -- I smile and thank her for the nice words and then ask if I can read another short post to them. They look at each other and then one of them says, "Sure." 

I read another one to them (with extra conviction in my voice). After finishing I ask their thoughts - "You are just so sweet," one says, "I could just fold you up and put you in my pocket and whenever I was in a bad mood I would take you out and you could read a story to me." -- I smile widely and ask - "Where are you lovely ladies from?" in unison they reply - "Cali," I then say, "Be sure to check my blog out. You will find all sorts of stories about my life in it. I do my best to keep things interesting." 

As they are walking away the one who asked if I was a pickup artist turns and says - "Are you sure you're not reading your blog to pick up chicks?" - I smile and say, "I have been writing this blog for a long time and as far as I know I have only gotten one girl to sleep with me from it. She likes it when I write about the two of us being together." - as she is walking off, she says - "I can see why."