I've been told I have calmed down on these trips a lot, some for good, some for bad. They aren't quite as story worthy as a result, but this one ended on a good note. (took an addy also) Might as well blog it. My last one sucked and sometimes I feel like a narcissistic douche doing these with some of the crap I write. I do enjoy looking back on em as I am not gonna write a diary or anything like that so here it goes again. (if you are easily offended don't read)




Swag and health aids. Nothing even close to a hangover after getting completely hammered every night with not much sleep. Added charcoal and potassium supplements this time



Several friends went, stayed at separate hotels, had one friend staying with me. An intelligent introvert while I'm the dumb extrovert. Last time he went was 4 years ago when I was really out of control so he had no idea what to expect. Got there around 2am Friday morning, hit up the bar







Longtime friend Shawna has cut cards for amazing runs, convinced me to quit while ahead, responsible for big wins other ways, not sure if I have ever lost when she's around. The streak is like nothing I have ever witnessed. Told myself I was retiring the streak, figured it's due to lose. Well I got to drinkin, of course I'm gonna test it. Was playing 1.25 or 5.00 video poker. Saw Shawna from a distance, bumped to $25 a hand (video poker horrible way to test the streak) lost and heard the smacktalk from a friend/streak skeptic. Next hand 4 of a kind, 7's of all numbers. Shut his azz up. Ended up being biggest video poker win of the trip









Recently watched the movie Owning Mahowny for the first time. True story about a degen that will make you wanna quit gambling. Told myself I wanted to chill out on the B Jack. Spoiler.... didn't happen. Did start out playing poker, had fun as always









Hadn't drank in a while, the vodka hit me hard, wound up at B Jack.

I hate cutting the cards myself. I always lose, every time. I try to find someone who I think is a good soul or whatever to do it. A friendly employee had stopped by, got him to. Last time Shawna cut a double deck for me I won every single hand in the shoot, dealer said he had never seen that before. Tried to have him talk to the Lucky one on the phone while he did it but she didn't answer. (the drunker I get, the more sticious I get)









Bought in with 1k I think, did pretty good. Towards the end of the shoot, Shawna returns the call. Told my buddy there it is, my cue to stop.....and go all in next hand. It won of course. My buddy who has heard of the streak , but seeing it live for the first time shook his head in amazement











This trip is starting out good, up around 5k when I didn't plan on going big. Buzzed up from the win and the vodka, went over to Cosmo for Eggslut but line was too long as usual. Showed him the Cosmo high limit room. This is a very nice room I have played a lot at in the past. The location is bad though and it gets little traffic. Noone was in there and the employees went from cutting up with each other to standing at attention when we walked in. All eyes were on me and I was acting a fool.











Saw a door that looked like something from Willy Wonka's house. I was very drunk and tried to open it. The employees didn't seem to take a liking to me.















Got hooked up with the panoramic suite with all the windows and big view, was hoping to be able to see the Travis Pastrana jumps from it. Tried to check in, they said 12th floor was all they had at the moment, come back later to get the 29th so we went to the pool.

Saw the sweet girl that took me to the airport last trip, ordered drinks. Drunkenly thought well there's a lady luck, lets play some B jack. (any excuse to gamble will work as drunk as I was) Usually I never play by the pool because they are often sucker games. This table had 3/2 B jack, I was hammered, lets give it a whirl







We were having a good time cutting up with the dealers, the ones at the pool are not normal employees. They are contracted out from a modeling agency or something, nice looking. Was running well









When my sweet waitress friend came by I went big on this hand, up pretty good this session





I have never believed in the lady luck thing, odds changing or any of that but I sometimes do it for the heck of it. Some would say I just do it for pretty girls but I do it when nice people are around, it can be a guy or a dog (any excuse to gamble when drunk) The nice waitress came back and said she didn't wanna upset the girl that had B jack section(we had ordered from her first time by pool) so the other girl was gonna help us. She wasn't mean or anything but not super nice like the other girl. I was up pretty good at this point.


I kept drinking the drink from the sweet girl for a while, kept running good but was so drunk I spilled it. When on vacation I take echinacea, other immune boosters so I guess I thought I was good, sucked it off the table (nastiest surface anywhere) like a dumazz for attention.







After that I do remember thinking of the movie The Cooler (Shawna's streak has resembled that movie a lot) when he ran out of coffee cream. When the girl wasn't around his luck went to shiit.


It was not long after this moment that the "L" in my LUCK turned into to an "F"

Lost a ton in a row, doubled bet, kept losing til I lost it all. Was ready to get in the room after that, 29th floor still not available, took the 12th. View wasn't great but nice room


Didn't take many pics the next day so nothing to trigger the memories. I'm pretty sure I lost at B Jack so started playing poker, my "rehab"

If not for lack of stories and current influx of addy and caffeine I wouldn't tell this next part but screw it. My longtime buddy I'll refer to as "T" sat down. I love that guy, we are a lot a like. Historically when we get together, its gonna be far from boring. He once got pretty upset when he questioned employees who has been thrown out more, raised more hell-o... me or him and they answered me haha. Says this pic was taken around 8:30 am Saturday if my phone is right with the time changes









T is a big muscular dude that has been a bodyguard for famous people in the past. We had a lot of fun, then this dude that I had a history with sat between us. He's a regular who for all I know will read this. Last October he got mad with me. Posting this video probably not smart but I'm here to entertain. (probly only myself)






Guy who seems to be taking up for me is just someone who wanted me to owe him something, I can't stand that guy. The dude upset with me could easily beat me like a drum but regardless I told the guy I meant no ill will (I had a Patrick Swayze Roadhouse t shirt on that night lol) I joke too much and some people don't realize how far I take it/how much shiit I'm full of. The only sincere shiit talking I do is aimed at someone overly rude to dealers, waitresses etc. (complex from having an assholish father) I told him not to take it wrong and there is no way I would engage in a fight under any circumstance with anyone. If someone punches me I'm taking a dive that would make Lebron James jealous, calling an ambulance chaser. He said I know, you told me that several times last trip haha (blackout)

The reason I'm telling this (besides addy) on a forum is because I do care about what influence this crap I'm writing has on folks. I have seen a lot of arguments, frays at the poker table. While they are entertaining and I will sinfully enjoy them, it is very stupid to fight anyone. I often reference when someone in Vegas got charged with murder not long ago when he punched the guy, dude hit his head on the curb, died. A man is sitting in prison for 20 years, just wishing he would have ignored someone. No point in fighting anyone much less someone you will never see again or can easily distance yourself from. "stupid is as stupid does"

That being said I'm not sure if the guy heard T or not but I do remember T saying ain't nobody ***** with you when I'm around Slim. Not boasting, just appreciating the love. I never want anyone to fight because of me, but sometimes a big dude can be a good peacemaker haha. I think me and the other fella are cool now



While I'm at it I'll go ahead and post this oldie but goldie... it will make me sound like a hypocrite cause it could be believed that I'm egging it on.. it's funny though. They had been going at it a while, I knew they weren't gonna do anything





Pics indicate we went with a few employees to Billy Oceans at miracle mile. It's good and not expensive at all









They had 3 for 1 shots and my attempt at sobering got severely sidetracked. That place is great and I highly recommend it













Those shots really hit me and I was a drunken fool walking through the maze (to a drunk) that is miracle mile. Saw a big line of people waiting for autographs at a sports store, I didn't hesitate for a second to investigate, hoping it was Mike Tyson. I walked on in, ignoring this lady that kept saying "SIR!" saw it was an MMA fighter and not Tyson, got a pic anyways. Lady with her hand in the pic didn't care for me. I told her sorry, I thought it was Road Warrior Animal, I'll be on my way.














stopped by that popcorn place, they need to call it popcrack cause it's very good









Timestamp of popcorn was 12:20pm Saturday. At some point went back to the room, made this very drunken video. Please excuse the cussing, I'm trying to quit. A girl I'm sweet on texted LMBO instead of LMAO the other day and it kinda turned me on However, I think my feeble attempt to abstain from foul language is sure to fail while drinking.
I have often looked on youtube for room reviews and it has been helpful. My drunk butt thought I was gonna make one with a little humor I guess. Fail, but here it is anyway


Had told several people I would take em to G Ramsay steak that night. With all these losses, its gonna get comped. I had my phone off while thinking I wouldn't sleep long but did. Soon as I woke up longtime friend Jen called so we went. Another dude was giving me hell about my phone being off and it was now too late for him to go. I remember him being mad as fire, saying "*** your f ukin voicemail prompt too" I have one that really screws with telemarketers. This was the only fancy meal I had this trip and it was great, love that place.









Pic doesn't do it justice but we ordered something different. Forgot what it's called, one of the best steaks I've ever had







Even on addy that pic makes me want another one. I'm gonna start looking at flights

Went to rehab (poker) Jen asked if she could take a pillowcase she liked from the room. I never steal, but I wanna stick it to em any way I can with these losses. I ended up offering the other pillows among other detachables to friends later on. Semi stolen gifts make for a good conversation piece.









I think it was this night I started multi tasking a lot, playing poker, drinking at bar and cutting up with the waitresses at the "gossip station" simultaneously









As a result I would often leave poker chips at the table and forget about them. They told me I had set a record doing this so many times and asked how severe my ADHD was. I said you want me to take my adderall every day and hear my mouth ? They said HELL-O NO!













Met this Asian stripper that accepted these Yen I had for payment






Didn't take many more pics that night, but I do remember reloading cash for a B Jack session hoping to get even. Around 10am, was drinking with a real nice fella I have known a while who is a barback or something. I got him to cut the cards on his way out. After he did I turned around, talked to someone no more than 90 seconds, turned back around and they said the cards needed to be cut again for some reason. I put up a fuss and said you are fckn kidding me. I always lose when I cut, did you pull that henhouse shiit on purpose? Dealer boosted me up and said, you're a good guy, cut em yourself, you'll do fine. I hesitantly did it, then proceeded to lose exactly 11 of 12 hands. The dealer couldn't believe it. I laughed and said well at least I can say told you so. Not sure how much I lost but it was significant. Not doing well at all this trip. Still got a few more days to go though

You are always worth the wait!!
Havent read any of it yet but wanted to thank you for the time and effort and wish a big dose of run good.

Don't worry about it. You do you and we'll keep reading.

To quote from your opening paragraph, you might be a narcissistic douche, but your OUR narcissistic douche. Run good, bro!

The first poker video made me want to hop the next flight, the second one had me thinking I'll just keep drinking in me flat.

And plz don't snort any more slushie drinks off the BJ table, we'd miss you if you get quarantined for Ebola or something.

Is that paper the poker money left at the table?

Love these reports bro - can’t wait for the finish. It’s a blackjack “shoe” however and not a “shoot”.

What makes these so epic is you literally have no idea what you're about to read, but you know it won't disappoint. Oh, and if Owning Mahowny can't curb your degen tendencies, then nothing can.

I would be in jail if Asian kid pump faked like he was going to punch me, then grab my arm like that. Good ole Planet Hollywood after dark.

Slim's BJ rungood when it's on is unlike anything I've ever seen.

As a result I would often leave poker chips at the table and forget about them. They told me I had set a record doing this so many times and asked how severe my ADHD was. I said you want me to take my adderall every day and hear my mouth ? They said HELL-O NO!












You may want to do the same with your name on your prescription bottle in the first picture of post.

Always enjoy these TR'S

hahahahaha I knew that but I guess I didn't know that. Funny


You may want to do the same with your name on your prescription bottle in the first picture of post.

Always enjoy these TR'S[/QUOTE]

Scored those Klonis off a dude also named Jim ? he doesn't care. Thanks though

OP's a refreshingly candid idiot.

Run good for sure, while you can;

too bad where this is inevitably headed

These are my favorite TRs; enjoy the transparency, self-reflection, and obviously, the degeneracy! employee that was there for willy wonka door seemed to be a good sport about it; seemed like he really wanted to laugh more.

He fixes the cable?

Logjammin!!! hahahaha nice

Sunday afternoon Travis Pastrana did his thing. You can see him midair in the pic







Witnessing It was about like having sex with a dwarf. Disappointing, but cool to be able to say you did it. Just kiddin (a friend that has a dwarf fetish reads these.. you sicko!!) Well, while on addy... I remember that friend receiving a porno DVD in the mail with all kinds of weird crap featuring an abomination of a man called "Octocock" he claimed the prior resident must have ordered it, but sure got upset when you offered to throw it in the trash.



We walked back through Bally's and I showed my friend this is where a life changing moment/biggest win of gambling career/ SB 50 happened. One day I wanna meet Peyton, tell him my story of degenerate perseverance and how my wagering on him saved me from a residency in a nearby ditch









Last time my friend was in Vegas was the super bowl 4.5 years ago when the Broncos got smashed by the Seahawks. I woulda won around 70k via around 12-1 preseason futures back when I didn't have two nickels to rub together. We all lost big that night and I was figuring out how I could get to Hoover Dam to jump off of it. It was the most depressing gambling/NFL fan loss that will ever be possible for me now that Peyton is gone. I sat there in a motionless state being the poster boy for Zoloft. However, we had been there a while and had a young waitress that I was not shy about throwing my admiration to the entire time. She had a nice figure I admired greatly, cute as a button and best of all, very tolerant of me having fun complimenting her. My friend pulled her to the side and asked her could she do something to cheer me up. She said "should I sit in his lap and feed him a shot ?" Dear lord, yes please. I had a lot of fun with it, she was a good sport.









She stuck around a while and was very cool/tolerant of my overly honest admiration that many would consider perversion . I've never been a fondler and I never touched in an inappropriate place but my admiration could have easily been misinterpreted. She knew I was nice though and did everything she could to cheer me up. I do think it was genuine kindness of her, but definitely helped the tipometer. We were all paid out later on and I saw her, gave her some extra, told her thanks, and that she probly saved my life. She gave me some encouraging words that helped me out. I ended up putting on a self deprecating drunken spectacle of myself, having fun the rest of the night (it is still brought up often) despite all the Seahawks fans giving me shiit. I still didn't take that Manning shirt off and said redemption will happen, this shirt will be proudly worn again. After SB50, that shirt is now retired, and one of my greatest keepsakes. That girl has been brought up often by our crowd, being credited as a lifesaver. I will never forget it. This story is definitely one of those "you had to be there tales"


I have been close friends with many dealers, bartenders, waitresses through the years and some have questioned doing something more "meaningful" for a career. I tried to explain to a waitress friend this trip how a normal day at work for them could be remembered for a lifetime by someone on vacation. A kind interaction often can mean a lot to a vacationer, just like that girl's kindness saved me, made for a fond lifelong memory. I doubt she remembers me, just another day at work for her. I stressed how their job can be very important/noble. Well it was hilarious when I was with my buddy, showing the same waitress pics of the last time he was there 4 years ago/worst night of my life when she recognized the girl that saved me from jumping in front of a bus. Said they were friends, went to school together or something. I have thrown quite a bit of admiration to this girl also (not nearly as much what could be mistaken as perv I hope) Her kindness, genuine concern and positive guidance has helped me on many occasions. Crazy ironic they know each other.

Disclaimer- I am a sinner, but a God fearing man who would never consider suicide and neither should anyone under any circumstance. Those two girls definitely saved me from doing some unGodly things though


Didn't mean to derail but I also wanna relate this career importance to who I often refer to as "bloodsuckers" that play poker for a living and I have criticized for having a life goal of essentially "ruining a tourist's vacation" To the azzholish players who only speak when they are bichin about losing to an inferior playing tourist, yeah I refer to you as a bloodsucker. However through the years I have met some really friendly players that do it for a living that also are a pleasure to be around, changed my opinion about the profession(I know I'm not a pleasure to be around, but I try) these players will not only be happy with the impact their career has on people, but they will help the profession as a "fish" that has fun will come back. I'm a prime example.



Sunday night- I saw one of those hooker cards and thought I may repeat a stunt I pulled a while back when I called many hooker numbers, asked them to meet me in the poker room. Most would only meet in the hotel room. I had several go to my room where my faithfully married friends were sleeping. Several hookers woke them up with both parties having an instant hate for me. Friends told em to go find the skinny loud dipshiit in the poker room. Many funny stories happened then because the ones that showed up were never the ones advertised in the pic. When confronted with this false advertisement, heated arguments ensued and back then (before my bout with severe anxiety) I could easily outwit a mean, unholy woman, put her to shame and make a funny show out of it. Threats from their pimps were ignored as I told em I am on camera and I'll pee in a bottle before I walk in that crime ridden restroom. I told em all to find Jesus as they left, it was entertaining to say the least. Poker dealers still talk of this night. I know it's wrong but I'm not very bright either.









Got prepped to do it again, but after being outwitted by the first one I called I gave up. I just don't have it anymore.



A dealer I know from years ago at the Wynn wanted to drink a few but didn't have a lot of cash on him. I had a couple slot tickets on me, threw one in for him so he could play low and drink. I was one off from a royal flush of clubs on a draw, told him ooh, watch this. It missed of course but what seemed like only 30 seconds later, he calmy says I hit the royal flush of clubs but I was only playing quarters. He wasn't too excited cause I guess he thought I was gonna want all the money. I said its yours but suggested giving me half, tip the dealer and waitress (who was standing there when it hit) 20 each which he did.










I think I had money at the poker table and went back to it. There was a guy there who must have been hopped up on every drug in the drawer. He looked like the guy off Hot Tub Time Machine and was just as funny. I took several videos of him




I wish I had stuck around and witnessed that guy a little longer but I was all over the place. After we got home we talked about it, my buddy texted this






Characters like him is why I love poker. We decided to walk over to Aria to shake things up. Pillaged the VIP areas and their complimentary crap, visited with a few employees. On the way back as we pass Cosmo my buddy calmly says, didn't you wanna solve the Willy Wonka mystery? Here we go







I was very drunk to say the least







I know I seem like an idiot, I really didn't know. I was just crazy hammered, a dumb deer in headlights

Later that week national news hit that Charles Oakley had got caught cheating at the Cosmo. Pretty sure it was the same day and same room as we were in. I wonder if he tried to pull one over while we were occupying the supervisors. That guy is a huge jerk who has done some violent, awful things that got pushed under the rug because he was with Michael Jordan. Employees I know well have told me many stories about his azz. To think I could be indirectly responsible for him going down makes me happy. I'm sure I wasn't but I like to think I was.



Monday my buddy left. I didn't take any pics that night so can't remember much. I know I was down big from B Jack, several things happened at home that had me all messed up. I texted someone that I was never coming back to this sin den of a town. At the time I was considering this trip a huge financial and life bust (obviously I can't post everything on here) I wished I could teleport home. I was being a depressed bich for sure. I was leaving Wed night at 9:30. A friend had a cabana at Flamingo pool that day so I rested up Tues night. Woke up around 1am Wed. morning, popped an addy and didn't stop running my mouth til I got on the plane. A side effect (for people around me) of addy is that it makes me talk so much it would put Richard Simmons to shame. I think a poker player told me I was like a manure salesman with a mouth full of samples . The last nights/days of these trips I remember well, better than others at least due to addy, many things resonate when I get back to reality. It was dead around the casino but this night/day was probly the best time I had. Had some great conversations with friends. Hung around the bar most of the night, must have been 6am when this girl sat next to me.


Decided to remove pic without face at last minute, sorry



Her striking up a conversation with me was like throwing a lit match at gasoline. Eventually she asked "so you wanna go up to your room?" I said sure, she said "200 B job and 400 full service" I acted confused, stole a line from the real Arthur Bach, loudly said you're a hooker? I just thought I was doing great with you. She started to walk off, then I told her I would pay for her best story. She told me some hogwash tale and I gave her 5 bucks. I asked her all about her profession, does she kiss and whatnot. I started in on her about finding Jesus and stuff. She looked around, found this dude that snatched her up quickly. I was getting a little drunk, said you know this time of night you're getting sloppy sevenths at best. I was ignored and lucky I was not assaulted.

Went up to the room, packed up, went back to bar, put some more on the Falcons super bowl









Ran out of people to listen at my mouth run so it was time to make the inevitable last stand at B Jack. Part of me didn't even wanna do it, but I knew I was going to. Found Shawna, recruited her. I had a feeling the streak was gonna end. 4 out of the last 5 trips have ended on a winning hand and session. The 1 out of the 5 was last trip when Shawna wasn't there.

This was trip before last when I told Shawna I was quitting if she would cut the cards for one last hand. One hand for a walk off home run







Played close to an hour, when Shawna said she had to leave soon I took it as a sign. All in, last hand for 2k. Had to split aces twice, go to the ATM twice. The last time it kept saying daily withdrawal limit exceeded. Had called the bank to increase it but he wasn't doing something right. Guy at bank kept trying but it wasn't working. It had been almost 30 mins they waited on me. The pit boss came over and said he couldn't wait any longer. I told the guy at bank this is it bro, hit this buzzer beater for me, try one more time. What he did worked, I was able to split for a 12k swing on this hand. Thought I was good, then dealer gets a 20 for an overall push.









Shawna had been patiently waiting for me even when she was off work. She knew how sticious I was even though I think she could care less about "The Streak" haha. I knew she was ready to go, took that as a sign... all in 6k, last hand. I get dealt crap












Dealer busted and the streak is amazingly still alive. I know I shouldn't press my luck with it, I may not. I had been telling several employees goodbye all morning. Never seems to fail that I'm dying to go home at some point but when its time I hate leaving. Headed to Flamingo, the driver gave me some good advice about what to do when I'm thinking about doing something dumb, and I do a lot of dumb stuff. I do believe that advice kept me from going back to B Jack later that day when I was very, very drunk. Any bit of cash I came home with is probly thanks to that driver.

A friend had a cabana with one bottle of vodka which are about $250 a piece. I had so much fun sneaking vodka into the pool last trip, had to do it again. Heard the security at Flamingo was tough though. Bought a water bottle and Goose. Poured out the water in the toilet.





The restroom was crowded with someone crapping (I guess) on each side of me. When I poured all that water in the toilet it was very loud and sounded like I had an unhumanly case of the runs. I was pretty drunk, had some fun, grunted.... Who does number two work for! One dude next to me started laughing, guy on other side eventually walked out same time as me. He gave me a weird look. I said not an Austin Powers fan huh?
Got a laid back security guy going in, no friction. I am probably one of the few people in the world who just had a 12k swing on the flip of a card, then getting my frugal on minutes later smuggling in alcohol to a pool..... Degen life 4eva yo!

I have always heard the Flamingo pool was great and it was. I even prefer it over Liquid at Aria. Wednesday is industry day or something, good crowd.












Inevitably needed more vodka, went to gift shop.





I knew re-entry security was gonna be tough. Used smaller water bottles, stuffed em in my shoes with socks crammed over em. Paul Blart jr cleaned my bag out. He was a stickler to say the least, made me throw away protein bars and other stuff. Never wanted to touch my socks though I gave him an earful. It's pathetic how much I enjoyed getting away with that. Day was winding down, getting back to reality was a horrible thought.




Went to a bar I had never been to at Ballys, kept drinking. It was nice, bartender was real cool. Addy was wearing off, started to really feel the drunk. Listening to the guy who is the prince of my small hometown, I didn't wanna leave




I'd give a toe or two to be able to sleep like this




Time to go but I had forgot to put some more on the Falcons, also wanted to hook the bartender up with a bet for his team. Odds online for Falcons slightly better at 22-1, a lot better for Giants at 50-1. Vegas really screws you on the futures bets.




I realized my flight was leaving at 9:10 instead of 9:30 odds of me making it are about as good as a Giants super bowl. Instead of last minute B Jack I got my gambling fix on catching this bird home.
Friends walked me to the car, gave a heartfelt goodbye that was really nice. A lot of people out there are really good to me, saying bye is always tough. Not a brag by any means but I don't think many people experience Vegas like I do with all the good friends I've been blessed with through the years. That is better than any experience gambling or any other form of "sin" could provide. When family tries to give me a hard time about going to Vegas "AGAIN" I try to explain this. Moms says well don't take any money then

I was very very drunk, driver asked if I had a song request. Yep, a song recently written about my hometown by it's golden boy. Friends at home gonna give me hell-o, (especially the dwarf/octocock fan) but 35 on Timber Dr. is the best song lyric ever written... sum biches




I have been refused flying rights for being too intoxicated only once before, had a feeling this could be #2. Found an employee that looked cool, told him I got 20 for him if he can help me out. He hooked it up, skipped line, checked me in real quick. Didn't wanna take the time to credit winnings to my gambling account after the last hand, had a lot of cash on me. Security seemed to take a while with my bag and gave me the stare but no real trouble. I don't know what the deal is with declaring it or whatever but I never have.
They may have been waiting on me, last one on the plane.

Haven't been hanging at the high limit Aria bar as much past few trips so no celebrity sightings. However, the other day we were at a stoplight next to batman in the batmobile with Mick Foley riding shotgun. The Raleigh comic con was going on, said the hell with it, went on in. It was winding down, most of the famous people had left. I have a personal rule about not paying for an autograph or photo, just not the same to me..... but when I spotted the founder of the Cobra Kai I had to compromise. He had closed shop, I said I have 5 bucks can I get a pic? He was really nice, did it twice cause the first didn't take. Refused the money but I stuffed it in his bag. Saw him at the bar later, that guy is the man.




Usual disclaimer: I don't wanna glorify drinking in excess like I do. The worst nights of my life can be attributed to alcohol "Drink Responsibly"
Gambling sucks too...."if you learn from mistakes I should be an effin genius"
As always, thanks for all the love..... Peace

Always fun reading these, Slim!

If you enjoy yourself in Vegas, then by all means I say you should continue to do so.

And I hope you're right about the Falcons this year!

God bless your friends. Your Vegas TRs give me a hangover. Whoa that's an intense read.

This is the most crazy **** ever created, enjoyed it a lot but pretty sick you are still alive.

Pshhhh This was one of the most uneventful trips I have had, started not to bother reporting it. That's not a brag by no means, just describing how literally stupid I used to get.

One thing I forgot to put in.... security guy at cosmo- "you have to be the most annoying man I have ever met" "Do I have to ?" -Arthur Bach
jk, he was cool

I felt dizzy just reading that, but in a good way. Thanks for another hugely fun ride.

I think I'm drunk just reading this. I'm amazed you're able to remember enough to put together this pretty-well-put-together TR.

Awesome as always. Your vegas trips > my vegas trips

a sick TR; keep enjoying Vegas; seems like you have a good community of friends out there, and I am sure many of them enjoy your company as much as you enjoy theirs.

always love these slim, big fan

You do Vegas the right way brother, keep up the good work!

I take a ton of pics. So many it aggravates people around me greatly. If I don't take em to trigger memories, can't remember much at all

Thanks man. I seriously doubt they enjoy my company as much as I do theirs but the friendships are very overwhelming and flattering




Funny you mention being alive I lost this bet yesterday to a dude that used to put Johnny Knoxville to shame





I don't drink much at home. Growing up I always had to help keep others under control. Of my 20 closest friends I was probly #18 if there were a raise hell-ometer. The characters sprouted from my town is something Spielberg on shrooms couldn't make up. Most of em have kids now while I'm still the big kid living out their influence
This guy is a lot closer to the top of the list. This was recently in Miami after he has calmed down tremendously



"You can't drop the F bomb"
"she f ckin cheated me"
"you gotta go"
"how bout I whip your azz"
"how bout what?"
"I didn't stutter"

I had a youtube channel full of him til he sent me a cease and desist order on most of the good ones