The City of Loss Wages

Well, I arrived last night into the simulacra of Paris. The Paris Hotel in Vegas is not quite as glittering as I thought it would be, remember kids, I went to Disney World upwards of 35 times when I lived in Florida, so my eye is keen on spotting what I like to call "simulation drop out."
People raved about the ceiling being painted a lovely sky blue with clouds, this trompe l'oeil usually impresses me, so I thought I would like it. Instead, I saw the edges, I saw the con, it didn't "fool my eye" at all, my eye is too discriminating.

Maybe it's this damn cold that I have, keeping it real for me, I can't sink into glazed over stares, the cold medicine won't let me.
It sucks to have to walk thru the casino to get to where I have to work. The cross-section of America represented here is exactly why my girlfriend won't join me in Vegas while I'm on this 2 week stint. Everyone is holding drinks in their hands, from beers to huge exotic foamy eiffel tower shaped cups. Everyone is smoking, you smell if you walk thru even for minute. Everyone is spending, and there are ATM machines that give out cash in hundreds- they make it easy on you to spend it. I asked a clerk if they had change for $100 and they look at you like duh, of course I do.

Crazy..at least there is a raw food place for me to eat at....