Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Don't they know who I am?

I'm back from Vegas.

Vegas... Where, with my ridiculous financial backer/cousin, I was treated like royalty and it was obvious that everyone was informed that they were to treat me like the awesome force of nature that I am.

It really is scary just how fast that kind of lifestyle goes straight to your head... After a mere four days of that kind of treatment, I was developing a sick sense of entitlement which, if it weren't for my solid roots in reality, would have made me indignant over having to wait in line at the airport.

I am much too tired to get into everything just now, but let me just say that I had nothing to worry about as far as the LVPD goes, because we were treated like we owned that town! I would happily move there, but I don't always have that kind of financial backing, and even if I did, it would probably not take long before my liver shut down in protest for long-term abuses.

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