Originally Posted by
Suicide King
Also the greatest time I had on my Vegas trip was nothing I could find in a casino. One day Tine and I drove out to Henderson to pay homage to a frozen custard burger spot. We got there, devoured all that was put in front of us. I flirted with the girl who worked there briefly only to find out she was 16, at which point I kindly asked her to get the hell away from our table. She was immediately replaced by her meth addict counter part who blabbed about tattoos without breathing for 10 minutes straight. not a good scene for gentlemanly scholars such as us.
The navigation back to homebase for some reason took us on the scenic route straight thru the freak show that is North Vegas. Sonatine and I had pretty much the best and most hilarious conversation going the entire time. a stellar highlight was seeing a gentleman of african skin color sitting in a bbq place and wondering in detail how much the owners pay to have a nigger sit in front eating ribs to give their bbq street cred. It was pretty much the most delightful car ride I had ever taken and would definitely do a cross country voyage in a smart car with Sonatine riding shotgun.
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