Dumbass move of the day. Going into theladies’ room here at Neue Nationalgalerie.Went into DAMEN for some unknown reason(I’m an idiot?). Came in and an older lady (55)was washing her hands. We conversed in themirror. I was like, “What the hell is she doingin here?” Then she said something. I said, “Sorry?”I was still thinking … Continue reading Damen und Herren
Category: Travelogue
Vegas
Everyone debauched but everyone a virgin in some way. You can’t have tried everything, you can’t have tired of everything. Something to come back for, something to save for next time, when you’ve got more money, some savings to play with, and hopefully better luck.
There’s a premium on everything, and nothing is free. Not even luck. Luck costs money. Luck for a buck? Maybe the stars are free, but good luck seeing them through the neon broil. Maybe it’s time for a drink. Maybe it’s time to skim some winnings, to cash out, to double down, to parlay, to bet the house, to count some cards.
Good place to come for a birthday. One you don’t want to remember. Just cab doors opening and closing. Croupiers changing shifts, cleansing their hands of the table and all the bad luck that came with it. Cashiers sitting behind bars. Chips in their neat little stacks of hundreds or thousands. The peaks in the distance. The hotels standing and stretching in the hot, dry desert air, the sun not far away.
Gathering chips for their bets, trying to get free drinks, trying to get comped. A generous mix of Filipino, white, some blacks, you name it, a few Koreans, the new wealth Chinese—cabbies called them whales because they were big fish, big betters. Old and older. A bunch of kids crawling around doing god knows what, more likely to get kicked out of the casinos than anyone else because they don’t bet.
Mafia types—Skyball Chibelli and Baba, hoping the croupiers don’t look too close at their money. Cabbies who went to high school here. Eighties music, light shows, five-dollar minimums, champagne bottles, sixes and eights, Manhattans, Coronas, the hot sun, no clouds, bellmen looking for tips, towel boys looking for tips, everyone looking for tips and some people giving them. The whole place like an octopus but with more arms, looking for anyway to get its hands on your money, and when it does—bang! it pops its barb into you like an unexpected sting ray, whether you are an expert or not. Here, no one is an expert. Experts get beat up and know better...
Vegas never closes...
Tired Beach
Navarre Beach, FL
Fish Head
Navarre Beach, FL
Navarre Henge
Navarre Beach, FL
Out to Sea
Navarre Beach, FL
Beams
Navarre Beach, FL
Sand is lots of tiny rocks
We are so accomplished, usa student and a carpenter... open the fridge & get a red bulllet it burn itself outI got Budweiser and Guinness,a beer for each noise in the background.Roll that beautiful bean footage, mon frerroll me a steak roll me a boatlet's go fishing, clean 'em ourselveshalf a day is $40 cigars … Continue reading Sand is lots of tiny rocks
The Texas Eagle: Austin to St. Louis
12/18/03TRAIN [11:17] And we're off and rolling. More comfy and roomy than I imagined. If it stays like this, voila. The train was supposed to leave at 10:30, though. Some kids four seats up are making noise and coughing. An old man behind me is coaxing a lung forth from his esophagus. Everybody's coughing. Maybe … Continue reading The Texas Eagle: Austin to St. Louis
6.4.2002
AIRPLANE[9:47a est] The time doesn’t seem right but it is. Set watch back six hours an hour & a half ago, so it went from 2:30 pm to 8:30 am. This flight has been alive for about three hours. Left at 12:50 pm. Emily’s flight left about one-half hour after mine. I gave her a … Continue reading 6.4.2002