August 26, 2010
Winner winner...
Six o clock isn't terribly early but when the phone rings unexpectedly, its unlikely that the baker is calling because he had extra blueberry muffins. No,it was pamela texting if I was awake and well, I am now. Pamela is surprisingly organized for an escort, but her customer, late for work, left her stranded at an indian casino 2 hours east of los angeles. Normally, I wouldn't get up and roll but pamela is a good customer and it was early enough that I would drive against the grain missing traffic as well as the heatwave that was recently plaguing the city. Stopping at jack in the box for a coke and a jumbo jack (they serve there burgers all day - the little things man, the little things) to give me a some breakfast energy, I finally arrive at the citadel that allows white people to feel better for taking land from the native americans many moons ago...although it seems to be mostly asians that support this industry. Its still too early as I see banks of brightly lit slot machines standing by themselves with a few workers in dark vests standing around the roulette wheel. Pamela and I meet in the lobby and I take her luggage. Neither one of us gamble, we just take our hard earned money and leave. America, it is the land of opportunity.
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