We finally make it to Las Vegas, God damn I’m here. I almost thought I wasn’t going to make it, but I knew I had to. It was ordained on several levels. I see the big ass strip and all the advertisement of a tourist town ends up being the lowest level of clouds in the atmosphere. I’m following my directions on my smart phone waiting for this exit to show up and it’s nowhere. Then finally Martin Luther King shows up only on the exit. There’s no warning or preparation sign, which holds the attitude of we have disgrace for this area. We don’t want you to know about it. So I get off on the exit, went up 2 lights, made a left up Vegas street, made a right up a couple more streets and there I was. Shorty was already on my phone talking about she was on her way to help me unload the truck. I called the landlord and she came thru and showed me the house. In the backyard there was a swing set for Master & Hanibaal. It was a cozy house. Just what I needed. Now all I wanted to do was find me some Samoan pussy. After that maybe a Blonde haired blue eyed Polish chick. Who knows? I’m just getting myself ready for money and fun.