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a year ago
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(sigh) Well, that sucked, but I'm glad I did it. I'm tired, I'm sore all over, I've lost fifteen pounds, and I have a rash on the inside of both of my thighs from where my legs were rubbing back and forth against my balls, but I've never been happier.
As of this moment, the only connections I have left to Las Vegas are my driver's license and my license plates. And I'm already making plans to change those too.
I wasn't originally planning to divulge where I moved to so soon after doing it, but it's resulted in a lot of quick lifestyle changes, so I might as well: I'm in Colorado now.
So far, the only thing I can say that is better in Vegas than here is the street layouts. In Vegas, just about everything is laid out in a grid, so even if you're going from one corner of town all the way to the other, you can usually give directions as "Go down ________ Street and take a left/right when you get to __________ Street." The same cannot be done here. I took more wrong turns just trying to get to a post office three miles away from here than during the entire sixteen-hour, eight-hundred-mile trek to get here from Nevada.
Other than that, everything's been an improvement. My afternoon naps are interrupted by barking dogs instead of my neighbors threatening to cap each other, there are more squirrels in the parking lot than beer cans, and nobody's even asked me for a light yet, much less screamed at me that I'm an effing liar for responding that I don't smoke.
You really learn to appreciate the little things when you've seen the absolute worst of it. And I will remain convinced for the rest of my life that Las Vegas is the worst of it.
Thank you for all the well wishes to the previous journal. Glad to be back.
As of this moment, the only connections I have left to Las Vegas are my driver's license and my license plates. And I'm already making plans to change those too.
I wasn't originally planning to divulge where I moved to so soon after doing it, but it's resulted in a lot of quick lifestyle changes, so I might as well: I'm in Colorado now.
So far, the only thing I can say that is better in Vegas than here is the street layouts. In Vegas, just about everything is laid out in a grid, so even if you're going from one corner of town all the way to the other, you can usually give directions as "Go down ________ Street and take a left/right when you get to __________ Street." The same cannot be done here. I took more wrong turns just trying to get to a post office three miles away from here than during the entire sixteen-hour, eight-hundred-mile trek to get here from Nevada.
Other than that, everything's been an improvement. My afternoon naps are interrupted by barking dogs instead of my neighbors threatening to cap each other, there are more squirrels in the parking lot than beer cans, and nobody's even asked me for a light yet, much less screamed at me that I'm an effing liar for responding that I don't smoke.
You really learn to appreciate the little things when you've seen the absolute worst of it. And I will remain convinced for the rest of my life that Las Vegas is the worst of it.
Thank you for all the well wishes to the previous journal. Glad to be back.
If you ever visit Colorado Springs, def check out the restaurant Jack Quinn's Irish Pub and Restaurant. My mom has visited the city and she still swears to this date that they have the best Irish food.
I live in Colorado Springs.
I'm not really a pub or restaurant kind of guy, but if I'm ever on that side of town and not under any kind of a deadline for whatever, I'll be sure to check it out.
Congrats for being in a much better place than you were.
The thing is that, while every big city has toxicity, only Vegas celebrates and encourages toxicity. Only Vegas reaches out to all the other toxic people all over the world and says "Come here and play. Don't just be as toxic as you've ever been before. Be as toxic as you've ever dreamed of being. Get hookers, do meth, rob a liquor store, murder a homeless person -- whatever you want!"
Somebody once tried to stab me -- to literally kill me -- at the bus stop in Vegas. Fortunately, the bus was pulling up at the time, so I only had to dodge once before I jumped onto the bus and the driver shut the doors so he couldn't follow. And when I reported to the Vegas police dispatch that someone tried to kill me, they asked if he had actually made any physical contact with me, and when I told them that he had not, they transferred me to the non-emergency line.
Let me repeat that: Attempted murder does not count as an emergency in Las Vegas.
So please believe me when I tell you this: If you have a friend who says they loved it in Vegas and you should go too, they are not your friend.