This afternoon, I skimmed Hunter S. Thompson’s iconic Vegas tome in search of some potentially useful quotes. It’s certainly a different experience to read the book when I’m living in Las Vegas. But that’s only one more novelty to pile on the mountain of novelties I see every day in this town. The real point of this blog is to expel some of the lonely, empty, all-around-negative feelings that a skim (not a read, mind you) of this book left me with. So, dear reader, thank you for sharing a little of Thompson’s bad energy. I promise not to dump drug-adled writers on you too often.
In a not too unreleated topic, here is the newest installment of my column for the las vegas weekly: Bar Exam: The Offramp Lounge