1. Gary, Indiana is a sad, sad place. Drab, polluted, washed-out stinky hole of a waste land. Depressing.
2. Local casino turned out to be a time capsule of American blue-collar mid-west circa my first years here..the food , the hair, the denim..oh my. Reminded me of a bargain chain "Venture", even smelled like it, of plastic and vending machines..appropriately so, I must admit..a musty old ash-tray with glitter on top..
3. You know God is trying to stop you from going to a Casino when you get lost 3 times -- in gridlock, when GPS insists you go over a bridge thats been up in the air forever to let some endless gargo through..you then hit a dead end with detour that takes you to projects where a big fat BLACK cat SLOWLY crosses the road as you break at the stop sign..In case you missed the first 10 cues..just so its clear.
4. You know you are in hell when you finally get there and your mother-in-law grabs you by the hand, sits your ass next to her at a penny slot machine and for an hour goes "here, darling, you push this button, when I tell ya.." And you're sober. On an upside, I have beeng promoted to a saint by her son..the things we do for love..
5. Lake Shore Drive on the way back never looked so good..
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3 comments:
LOLOLOL... sounds like wayyy too much fun!
This is really funny. I am so intimately familiar with the plastic vending machines and the venture, I have also been here for a long long time (20 yrs).
Really great writing!
generalissimus,thanks.
how is it to be intimately familiar with a vending mashine ?..tell me more ?..:)
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