The air is blowing, but it ain’t cool - it’s room temperature.

Honestly thinking of sleeping in my car tonight, cold air surrounding me, engine idling. Lay down in the back seat, windows way up, garage door cracked so the exhaust can escape.

I’m just warm and uncomfortable, home alone charging internal batteries for my weekly 24 hours in Vegas.

When cash and a poker show at the Tropicana call, you answer.

Nickel video Keno is my specialty.

What about overnight on a air mattress in the pool, literally getting shut eye on the water? I’m telling you, this makes sense to me.

Sat alone tonight at The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf eavesdropping a on group of teens.

Headphones in, iPod off.

Creepy.