It has been five months since I last saw her. (She) being the most beautiful girl in Las Vegas. When I was in Colorado there were a few nice ones, but nothing like her, nothing even close:
I like to think of her as radiant, that's probably the best way to describe her - "She radiates the room when she walks in." I told my friend Jayball that the other day and he says - "Dude, you are going to weird this chick out."
Any way, I walked into North Las Vegas city hall this afternoon and there she was, in her usual spot, looking as radiant as ever. I was going to say hi to her but was too nervous. She looked the same {even better} than I remembered. Her hair is jet black with blond streaks, the hourglass figure and the smile, oh goodness, her smile is the most lovely thing in the world.
As I sit here putting the finishes touches on my blog, I have one thing to say, "God it is good to be home!"
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
The village idiot of Las Vegas tells Legend about his new place in 'Vegas.
"The stabbing cabin, the pleasure palace, the love nest of the Southwest! Your place is going to be like the days when I was young. Goddammit boy! I am so fucking jealous." I called my friend Legend in Kansas yesterday to inform him that I was about to be the proud occupant of a new crib in Las Vegas.
"What's the place look like? Where is it at?" He asks with a curious tone. I go on to tell him all the amenities. "It's just what a single guy like me is looking for. Everything has been redone. Spacious kitchen and living room. It's located about five miles west of the strip. I certainly cannot complain."
"I bet it's nicer than that shit hole you're living in now," Legend was referring to my current abode in the NLV. I call it the Bruce Li hotel (for those of you who've been following the blog. You know what I'm talking about).
"Just a little bit," I tell him with a hearty laugh - I then ask, "Legend - when are you going to come out and see me again? I have a sweet spot for you to stay for a few days - I also know where all the girlie's hang out. Think about it for a moment...It would be like we were twenty one again, but this time we would be a little smarter, not much, but a little."
Legend lets out a roar of laughter after my comment and adds, "I'll come visit you soon enough. Right now I have to leave because the old lady is giving me the evil eye. But don't you worry boy, I will be there soon enough."
"What's the place look like? Where is it at?" He asks with a curious tone. I go on to tell him all the amenities. "It's just what a single guy like me is looking for. Everything has been redone. Spacious kitchen and living room. It's located about five miles west of the strip. I certainly cannot complain."
"I bet it's nicer than that shit hole you're living in now," Legend was referring to my current abode in the NLV. I call it the Bruce Li hotel (for those of you who've been following the blog. You know what I'm talking about).
"Just a little bit," I tell him with a hearty laugh - I then ask, "Legend - when are you going to come out and see me again? I have a sweet spot for you to stay for a few days - I also know where all the girlie's hang out. Think about it for a moment...It would be like we were twenty one again, but this time we would be a little smarter, not much, but a little."
Legend lets out a roar of laughter after my comment and adds, "I'll come visit you soon enough. Right now I have to leave because the old lady is giving me the evil eye. But don't you worry boy, I will be there soon enough."
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
The village idiot of Las Vegas meets China White.
I am planning a trip back to Kansas on February 9th. I am positive the Chiefs are going to win the super bowl and I am anticipating the 9th is the day the victory parade will be held. It is going to be so much fun. I can hardly wait:
Girls of Asian descent and raised in America are quite common in Las Vegas - I refer to them as China White's. Since moving to Colorado Springs I had not met one of them until the other night. She might have been the whitest of all the China White's I have met.
Her birth name is Sirum, or something like that. She says that everyone calls her "Sara." I met her at a bar in Manitou Springs. She was my waitress. She was a damn good waitress. Well, we struck up a conversation about what makes Manitou Springs so special - she tells me this - "I have been here for close to ten years and it's all the people that I enjoy most. It is a very ecclectic bunch in Manitou."
She is so pretty, not to mention quite a bit younger than me (I would guess twenty six) but, then again, you never know if you don't ask - so I say - "China White - How about you and me go out for a night on the town. I am new and could use a good tour guide." I didn't really call her China White, but I did ask her out. She smiles at me after the proposal and says - "I don't think so, but maybe I can bring you another beer?" As I prepare to leave I say one last thing before exiting - "China White, I hope to see you around. You remind me of the girls in Las Vegas." For some reason she didn't take the reference kind and thus gave me a dirty glare as I was walking out the door.
My roommate Fred is a manly man, both a scholar and a gentlemen. So whenever I have questions about certain things, I bend his ear - "The reason she didn't like you comparing her to a 'Vegas girl is simple. She thinks you are referring to her as easy or something of that nature." I tell Fred his statement is ludicrous and if she interpreted things that way then I do not need to be hanging around her any way.
Girls of Asian descent and raised in America are quite common in Las Vegas - I refer to them as China White's. Since moving to Colorado Springs I had not met one of them until the other night. She might have been the whitest of all the China White's I have met.
Her birth name is Sirum, or something like that. She says that everyone calls her "Sara." I met her at a bar in Manitou Springs. She was my waitress. She was a damn good waitress. Well, we struck up a conversation about what makes Manitou Springs so special - she tells me this - "I have been here for close to ten years and it's all the people that I enjoy most. It is a very ecclectic bunch in Manitou."
She is so pretty, not to mention quite a bit younger than me (I would guess twenty six) but, then again, you never know if you don't ask - so I say - "China White - How about you and me go out for a night on the town. I am new and could use a good tour guide." I didn't really call her China White, but I did ask her out. She smiles at me after the proposal and says - "I don't think so, but maybe I can bring you another beer?" As I prepare to leave I say one last thing before exiting - "China White, I hope to see you around. You remind me of the girls in Las Vegas." For some reason she didn't take the reference kind and thus gave me a dirty glare as I was walking out the door.
My roommate Fred is a manly man, both a scholar and a gentlemen. So whenever I have questions about certain things, I bend his ear - "The reason she didn't like you comparing her to a 'Vegas girl is simple. She thinks you are referring to her as easy or something of that nature." I tell Fred his statement is ludicrous and if she interpreted things that way then I do not need to be hanging around her any way.
Friday, December 18, 2015
The village idiot of Las Vegas and the marijuana eating deers.
My current abode in Colorado Springs sets nestled at 8000 feet in the mountains. It's a very nice place, I certainly have no reason to complain. Well, I take that back. I have found one reason to. All the fucking deer! Every where you turn there is a deer. You drive down the road, a deer. You look out your window, a deer. I think there are more deers in Colorado Springs than rats in the New York subways:
As all of us know - recreational marijuana is legal in the state of Colorado. So the other day I decide to visit one of the dope shops and purchase a small quantity for personal use. When I arrive home I promptly wrap the whole gram into a blunt wrap and step outside on the back porch to partake. As I am getting ready to light up the phone rings. I'd been waiting on a particular call so I decide to drop the joint on the grass and promptly walk inside to answer the phone. I would guess I was on the phone for thirty minutes, more or less. Any way, I walk outside and there are a couple of deers standing in the area where I had dropped my joint. I yell - "Get the fuck out of here!" My yell startles them and they bolt.
As I am walking up to the spot where I both dropped the joint and the deers were herded I get a sinking feeling in my stomach..."Those motherfuckers better not have done what I think they did. I swear I will shoot one of those bastards if they did." I arrive at the spot, look down, shake my head and think to myself - "Goddammit! You assholes!" Sure enough, one of the bastards munched my joint. After realizing it - I look over at the pack (they were now standing thirty yards or so from me) and promptly flip them the bird. I then yell - "I hope you assholes enjoyed it!"
As I sit here putting the finishing touches on my post I think to myself - "I sure wish it was legal to shoot deers from the back porch. If it was I would stand outside all day and pick the bastards off. It isn't like there are a shortage of them."
As all of us know - recreational marijuana is legal in the state of Colorado. So the other day I decide to visit one of the dope shops and purchase a small quantity for personal use. When I arrive home I promptly wrap the whole gram into a blunt wrap and step outside on the back porch to partake. As I am getting ready to light up the phone rings. I'd been waiting on a particular call so I decide to drop the joint on the grass and promptly walk inside to answer the phone. I would guess I was on the phone for thirty minutes, more or less. Any way, I walk outside and there are a couple of deers standing in the area where I had dropped my joint. I yell - "Get the fuck out of here!" My yell startles them and they bolt.
As I am walking up to the spot where I both dropped the joint and the deers were herded I get a sinking feeling in my stomach..."Those motherfuckers better not have done what I think they did. I swear I will shoot one of those bastards if they did." I arrive at the spot, look down, shake my head and think to myself - "Goddammit! You assholes!" Sure enough, one of the bastards munched my joint. After realizing it - I look over at the pack (they were now standing thirty yards or so from me) and promptly flip them the bird. I then yell - "I hope you assholes enjoyed it!"
As I sit here putting the finishing touches on my post I think to myself - "I sure wish it was legal to shoot deers from the back porch. If it was I would stand outside all day and pick the bastards off. It isn't like there are a shortage of them."
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
The village idiot of Las Vegas whistles and waves at the feminazis in Colorado Springs.
Often times in my life when I noticed an attractive women walking down the sidewalk or driving by in her car I would whistle and wave at her. Sometimes they would choose to ignore me, but more often then not they would smile and wave back. I view such an act as harmless. You know - just a nice way to compliment a women. It's not like I am being vulgar or anything. Just a harmless whistle and wave as they are passing by. With that said...don't try the "wolf whistle" in Colorado Springs. The feminazis living here will treat you as if you have the plague:
A little while back I was driving through Garden of the Gods when I look to my left and notice two attractive women walking on one of the trails. It was just instinct to whistle and wave at them as I was driving by - harmless enough - you would think. I whistle and wave and both immediately give me the foulest look I have ever seen, and then one yells, "Get lost creep!" I have to admit I was taken aback by their reaction, but then I decided to chalk it up as a couple of dycks having a bad day.
Well, a week later I am driving down main street in Manitou Springs when I spot another couple beauties walking down the sidewalk. Out of habit, I whistle and wave at them. Instead of smiling and waving back, which I was fully expecting, both flip me the middle finger.
After the second incident I decide to get another manly mans opinion. So I told my friend Fred about what happens when you whistle and wave at women in Colorado Springs, he says, "Women don't appreciate when guys do that. They see it as threatening." I say, "Jesus, that has to be women in Colorado. I have whistled and waved at literally a thousand women in my lifetime and most have smiled and waved back. I never received such an icy reception from doing it until I came to Colorado."
As I sit here putting the finishing touches on the post a certain thought is going through my mind - "Are things so politically correct nowadays that a guy can't even whistle and wave at an attractive women without looking like a pariah. If that is the case...Jesus. What is the world coming to?"
A little while back I was driving through Garden of the Gods when I look to my left and notice two attractive women walking on one of the trails. It was just instinct to whistle and wave at them as I was driving by - harmless enough - you would think. I whistle and wave and both immediately give me the foulest look I have ever seen, and then one yells, "Get lost creep!" I have to admit I was taken aback by their reaction, but then I decided to chalk it up as a couple of dycks having a bad day.
Well, a week later I am driving down main street in Manitou Springs when I spot another couple beauties walking down the sidewalk. Out of habit, I whistle and wave at them. Instead of smiling and waving back, which I was fully expecting, both flip me the middle finger.
After the second incident I decide to get another manly mans opinion. So I told my friend Fred about what happens when you whistle and wave at women in Colorado Springs, he says, "Women don't appreciate when guys do that. They see it as threatening." I say, "Jesus, that has to be women in Colorado. I have whistled and waved at literally a thousand women in my lifetime and most have smiled and waved back. I never received such an icy reception from doing it until I came to Colorado."
As I sit here putting the finishing touches on the post a certain thought is going through my mind - "Are things so politically correct nowadays that a guy can't even whistle and wave at an attractive women without looking like a pariah. If that is the case...Jesus. What is the world coming to?"
Friday, September 18, 2015
The village idiot of Las Vegas talks Chiefs and a data base full of Mexicans with Junior.
juxtaposition - a literary technique in which two or more places, ideas, characters and their actions are placed side by side in a narrative or a poem for developing comparisons and contrasts:
"I am telling you that a white boy can get richer than Richie Rich if he is able to build an organic data base full of Mexican Americans - I know just the place where something like that can happen quickly!" I met with my friend Junior from Albuquerque last night. His wife, son and he were on there way from Albuquerque to Denver for a convention this weekend and they stopped by for the night in Colorado Springs where I am currently residing at my senior associate Fred's house.
"What are you going to sell them? Why would a bunch of Mexicans be interested in buying stuff from a fat white boy like you?" It's funny - Fred asked the same question when I ran my idea by him. "Look," I state assuredly, "I bring the juxtaposition to the area (North Las Vegas). That's a very critical part of making things grow in ideas like the one I am proposing."
Junior can sell shit in a shit storm. He is by far and away the best salesmen I have ever known. But he is still hesitant to agree - "I'm still not sure what you would sell to them if you actually had them," he tells me with a puzzling look on his face. I respond in kind - "Junior, we could sell every widget under the sun to them. It's not the product. It's having someone to actually sell the product to." He looks at me even more puzzling this time and says - "You have to have a product that people want. That's how you become successful."
We go back and forth on what is more important - product or data base. My belief is data base, because without it you have no one who will buy the product. His belief is product and then data base will follow. We agree to disagree and then change the subject to the Chiefs - "Jesus," I tell him with a frown, "How in the world do you lose a game that everyone in the world thought you were going to win?" He smiles, laughs and says - "Dude, don't you think they have brought you enough misery in your life. Maybe it's time to start rooting for another team." I tell him a statement like that is considered blasphemy in my eyes and one day they will make it to the Super Bowl. I just hope it happens before I die.
"I am telling you that a white boy can get richer than Richie Rich if he is able to build an organic data base full of Mexican Americans - I know just the place where something like that can happen quickly!" I met with my friend Junior from Albuquerque last night. His wife, son and he were on there way from Albuquerque to Denver for a convention this weekend and they stopped by for the night in Colorado Springs where I am currently residing at my senior associate Fred's house.
"What are you going to sell them? Why would a bunch of Mexicans be interested in buying stuff from a fat white boy like you?" It's funny - Fred asked the same question when I ran my idea by him. "Look," I state assuredly, "I bring the juxtaposition to the area (North Las Vegas). That's a very critical part of making things grow in ideas like the one I am proposing."
Junior can sell shit in a shit storm. He is by far and away the best salesmen I have ever known. But he is still hesitant to agree - "I'm still not sure what you would sell to them if you actually had them," he tells me with a puzzling look on his face. I respond in kind - "Junior, we could sell every widget under the sun to them. It's not the product. It's having someone to actually sell the product to." He looks at me even more puzzling this time and says - "You have to have a product that people want. That's how you become successful."
We go back and forth on what is more important - product or data base. My belief is data base, because without it you have no one who will buy the product. His belief is product and then data base will follow. We agree to disagree and then change the subject to the Chiefs - "Jesus," I tell him with a frown, "How in the world do you lose a game that everyone in the world thought you were going to win?" He smiles, laughs and says - "Dude, don't you think they have brought you enough misery in your life. Maybe it's time to start rooting for another team." I tell him a statement like that is considered blasphemy in my eyes and one day they will make it to the Super Bowl. I just hope it happens before I die.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
The village idiot of Las Vegas comes across an unchained Killer.
Back in the days of my youth a family that lived a few houses up from me had a doberman pinscher named Killer. He was always tethered to a tree with a chain and whenever my buddies or I walked by we made it a habit to tease him. I knew in the back of my head I would be in deep trouble if I ever came across Killer unchained:
I remember it like it was yesterday - I was taking my usual short cut home from the ball fields, which entailed walking by Killer's house. His usual resting spot was under the tree he was chained to and I felt something was wrong when I didn't see him there. I take a few more steps and then, much to my chagrin, there he is, staring directly at me...unchained.
It was a moment in time that some would consider suspended. Maybe that's not the best way to say it. Let's just put it in laymen terms - "I was so scared I almost soiled myself." I was now standing a few feet away from the biggest, meanest, angriest dog I had ever seen and he was holding a grudge against me - I did what anyone in my predicament would do - I ran for my life.
As I am sprinting home I could literally feel Killer's nose buried in my ass. I was for sure he was going to take a big bite out of it. He chased me right to my doorstep. Thankfully - I made it out of the incident unscathed.
Decades have pasted since I last saw Killer but I still think about him. I now realize why. He was a mighty beast that spent his whole life on a chain - but the one time he was off - he let me know just how powerful and scary he really is.
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