it is kind of a strange thing to lose, and i wonder how much this fleabag hotel is going to charge me for it.

belch.

i don't like Las Vegas, though i admit to feeling a certain thrill during the first 24-30 non-stop hours of being here.

i need to shave. on every trip like this i purposefully forget my Gillette thingy, and by the end of the week i have this gangly, snarly thrash of facial hair. i've never tried to grow a beard, i always get embarrassed about it right about now, then i shave the nonsense off and feel all smooth and baby-butt-like, heading out into the cold and nasty world naked and alone.

riding in a cab yesterday we were having this conversation and i saw a woman and i said "Damn, she's pretty." and the cabbie said "She sure as hell is. and look at what she's wearing. She's good as naked. Naked. Naked. She's NAKED." And he kept going on with it. "She's NAKED."

The woman was not naked. but I guess he was referring to her skintight clothing and bulging breasts. I don't know what the hell he was talking about, but luckily we ended the business transaction of this cabride moments after he got hung up on the NAKED word.