Jibber Jabber, Jibber Jabber, Jibber Jabber,...Nov 2010
It was my day off, the first in days, OR was it months? I couldn't remember....
... Still in a daze and a pocket full of money unknowing what to do with myself, I momentarily came out of my stupor in the MAIN STREET CASINO buffet in front of a plate half full (OR half empty??) of brownies and the middle aged weary waitress giving me fowl looks as others in the background seemed to look on as well. EVERYBODY staring at me. Cooks with tall white hats, busboys, ALL glaring with disdainful scowls on their faces. WHAT THE HELL HAD I DONE THIS TIME? I didn't see SECURITY so it must not have been too bad. NEVERTHELESS, The looks on every ones faces glaring at me told me IT WAS TIME TO MOVE ON.
How many brownies had I eaten? And Why was I eating BROWNIES? I mean I like them, they're ok, 1 or 2 at a time, BUT A WHOLE PLATE FULL and crumbs everywhere on the table and floor, What had I done?
I got the hell out of there as quick, but orderly and calmly as I could and once exited from the place found myself climbing the steps to the Bar overlooking the casino. My mouth was parched dry like a man crawling out of the desert into an oasis OR like someone who had a caked rim of Brownie crust lining the inside of their mouth. I felt weird,.. weirder than the NORMAL WEIRD I normally feel.... 1000 miles an hour of the JIBBER JABBER, JIBBER JABBER compounded by the NON-Stop incessant noise of 300 slot machines all going wicky wacky at once!! And WHO where these people yanking and cranking and spitting and cussing in front of these dreadful machines anyway,AND WHY ARE THESE PEOPLE IN THE BACKGROUND STILL STARING AT ME?
On pure instinct and instinct alone, followed by a gut feeling compounded by my mood and the voices in my head, I ordered 2 draft Budweisers in frosted mugs, a Frozen margarita with no salt and a shot of Jack Daniels and the largest glass of water available OR a pitcher, if at all possible, while faining intense interest in some Football sports channel rerun playing on one of the large screen TV's behind the bar....Run, you son of a bitch! Run with that ball!! Yeees!!
The fantasy dream like euphoria sent a panic over me making me wonder what day it was! Was I late for work? A quick look at my cell phone brought me back to reality just as the now ominous witch looking bartender brought me my drinks. "What had this BITCH put in my drinks? Was she trying to poison me? Was she in Cahoots with the staff from the kitchen giving me dirty looks. Surely she knew them" I thought as I thirstily poured one of the 2 cold frosty beers into my dry mouth and down my throat. I tried to act normal and was wondering to myself if I was. Paranoia had me by the balls, AND Why does EVERYONE keep looking at me?
I don't know what happened afterwards, I just know that THIS is what happens to a man who works to many days in a row in a new and strange town. I know I woke up in the middle of some
construction site or desert Field (How can anyone tell the difference? Abandoned construction site-Desert?) on the far south end of the Las Vegas strip covered in dust, sand and dirt miles from my last memory at that bar in front of all those drinks. IS THIS WHAT this town does to people? HOW THE FUCK CAN ANYONE LIVE HERE? Is this what EVERYONE does?
... Still in a daze and a pocket full of money unknowing what to do with myself, I momentarily came out of my stupor in the MAIN STREET CASINO buffet in front of a plate half full (OR half empty??) of brownies and the middle aged weary waitress giving me fowl looks as others in the background seemed to look on as well. EVERYBODY staring at me. Cooks with tall white hats, busboys, ALL glaring with disdainful scowls on their faces. WHAT THE HELL HAD I DONE THIS TIME? I didn't see SECURITY so it must not have been too bad. NEVERTHELESS, The looks on every ones faces glaring at me told me IT WAS TIME TO MOVE ON.
How many brownies had I eaten? And Why was I eating BROWNIES? I mean I like them, they're ok, 1 or 2 at a time, BUT A WHOLE PLATE FULL and crumbs everywhere on the table and floor, What had I done?
I got the hell out of there as quick, but orderly and calmly as I could and once exited from the place found myself climbing the steps to the Bar overlooking the casino. My mouth was parched dry like a man crawling out of the desert into an oasis OR like someone who had a caked rim of Brownie crust lining the inside of their mouth. I felt weird,.. weirder than the NORMAL WEIRD I normally feel.... 1000 miles an hour of the JIBBER JABBER, JIBBER JABBER compounded by the NON-Stop incessant noise of 300 slot machines all going wicky wacky at once!! And WHO where these people yanking and cranking and spitting and cussing in front of these dreadful machines anyway,AND WHY ARE THESE PEOPLE IN THE BACKGROUND STILL STARING AT ME?
On pure instinct and instinct alone, followed by a gut feeling compounded by my mood and the voices in my head, I ordered 2 draft Budweisers in frosted mugs, a Frozen margarita with no salt and a shot of Jack Daniels and the largest glass of water available OR a pitcher, if at all possible, while faining intense interest in some Football sports channel rerun playing on one of the large screen TV's behind the bar....Run, you son of a bitch! Run with that ball!! Yeees!!
The fantasy dream like euphoria sent a panic over me making me wonder what day it was! Was I late for work? A quick look at my cell phone brought me back to reality just as the now ominous witch looking bartender brought me my drinks. "What had this BITCH put in my drinks? Was she trying to poison me? Was she in Cahoots with the staff from the kitchen giving me dirty looks. Surely she knew them" I thought as I thirstily poured one of the 2 cold frosty beers into my dry mouth and down my throat. I tried to act normal and was wondering to myself if I was. Paranoia had me by the balls, AND Why does EVERYONE keep looking at me?
I don't know what happened afterwards, I just know that THIS is what happens to a man who works to many days in a row in a new and strange town. I know I woke up in the middle of some
construction site or desert Field (How can anyone tell the difference? Abandoned construction site-Desert?) on the far south end of the Las Vegas strip covered in dust, sand and dirt miles from my last memory at that bar in front of all those drinks. IS THIS WHAT this town does to people? HOW THE FUCK CAN ANYONE LIVE HERE? Is this what EVERYONE does?
Labels: Las Vegas
posted by Mark Scott at 11:21 PM
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