The village idiot of Las Vegas gets tossed from Roxy's hotel room.

"Jesus, you just keep getting fatter. I thought the summer was a time when people lost weight. Obviously, that's not the case with you." Roxy was in town for the Fourth. And unfortunately for me she brought her vitriol with her - "Roxy," I tell her as I suck my gut in, "I have actually dropped a few pounds since we last saw each other." She laughs after the comment and says - "You sure can't tell." We chat a few minutes about the weather and then she says - "Jethro, are you rich yet?" I sheepishly tell her, "No." She smirks and adds, "Why am I not surprised by your answer?"

We move to the sofa and spend a few minutes necking. I try, unsuccessfully, to stick my hand in her shorts. I ask what the problem is...she spurts - "Jethro, why is it that every time you get me a room you automatically think you get to fuck me? I've told you on a number of occasions you are getting something for nothing while every other guy pays for it." I've heard this song & dance from her before so I answer with my standard reply - "It's because you like it when I write about the two of us being together. Come on, you've told me that a number of times," I then jokingly add, "My million dollar tongue has a lot to do with it as well."

I then try again, without success, to stick my hand down her pants...after being rejected a second time, I say -"What is the problem Babe? Is it that time of the month or something?" She snaps back - "No it's not that time of month dip shit. You're the fucking problem Jethro! You and your stupid fucking blog! Why don't you get the fuck out of here. I don't want to listen to anymore of your bullshit! I mean it leave!"

I get up from the couch after her tirade and laugh, she says - "Are you fucking deaf? You and your bullshit! Now get out of here!" For a minute I thought she was playing the drama queen role and then came to realize quickly (after she threw her shoe at me) she wasn't kidding. "Okay," I tell her as I put my shoes on, "I'm going to take a walk and I will be back in a while. Hopefully you will have cooled down by then." I walk to the door to leave, look back at her and ask again what her problem is - she quips once again, "You are my fucking problem! Leave me alone!"

I walk the strip for a few hours in hopes it would be enough time for her to cool down. I then send a text asking if she had calmed down, she replies - "Fuck off." I then decide enough is enough and thus begin my trek back to the friendly confines of North Las Vegas.