I went to the Las Vegas strip. I had much fun with friends that were there. Yet, I noticed the vapid nature of the place. The lost, weary, and drunk souls. I can say the visuals were nice. Large, beyond life, colorful works of man. The internals were not so nice. Empty, brutally bare, unconscious walks of humanity. The truth is, escapes are just that. Escapes. Into where, and with whom, well, that's the story isn't it?
