Hi everybody. I made it back from Vegas in one piece and somehow avoided the poorhouse. I’m wiped out from the flight home and my body has to detox from the all smoke, booze, neon, noise, and humanity I subjected it too. As soon as I catch up on some work i’ll write a few tales about the experience. Now all I want to do is sleep in my own bed and never hear the words, “Hey pal, you want to go to strip club?” ever again.