I am out of place
The hot sun beats down upon my neck
I struggle to keep moving
I have never experienced a place so cheesy
It is a place of joy, as long as you have money
As i keep moving along the boulevard i am on my guard
On my guard to avoid people
People trying to persuade me to spend money
The buildings look amazing
But they are not
They are cheap structures, build to lure in the simple-minded
And simple-mindedness there is plenty here
I am surprised at how many people are blind
Blind to the lies that the city holds
The casinos are filled
Everyone is taking pictures
I want to leave
I want to get back on the road
I am out of place
This is not my city
It is a city of money
A city of pleasure
But above all
It is a city of sin

Las Vegas, July 19th 2011
7 days before the accident