Las Vegas

Gambling might just be the most democratic type of entertainment. It doesn't matter who you are and how much you've got. If your flush draw doesn't hit you're going to lose, unless you have the balls to pretend you're ahead and your opponent gets the feeling their set is beat.

Vegas turns everything into a gamble, and attracts everyone because ultimately everyone belongs to at least one of the layers the city comes equipped with.

I love Vegas. I love playing poker and I adore watching people go by, exist, lose and win.

Vegas watching is a thing by itself,. Hypnotic. The frustrated ones and the oblivious ones. The doers and the quitters, The ones getting started and the ones that are done. Stilettos. The hookers and the hooked. The drugs. The guys that argue about nothing and the girls who argue about themselves. The poor that look up and the rich who look ahead. The haircuts and the double-downs. The lights. The same young ladies that wear the same tight clothes and the same old men who turn their heads around. Necessities.  The ones that don't care and the ones that are scared. The carpets and the accents. Bells and slot machines. Those who have seen it all and those who want it all. The perfumes. All around - at any given time .- an army of bartenders and dealers that serve an ocean of drinks and slivers of dreams. I get it, everybody wants a shortcut and everybody needs a chance. It's funny how the traits that have made us can flip around and become the ones that bring us down. Shit.

Take the colour away from Vegas, get ride of the sound of the slot machines and you're left with an unbearable portion of truth. Here is it: reality and fiction co-existing in a perfect paradigm. Elvis looking sad as he crosses the reflection of his own mirage. The poor man leaning against a box that says "dream", the mess on the dashboard because "it really doesn't matter anymore". The wedding chapel because it's never too late for a woman to want to settle and for a man to want to feel alive looking away.