THE BEST TRIP EVER

One of the things you learn after years of dealing with drug people, is that you can turn your back on a person but you can never turn your back on a drug.
Especially when it's waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye.
What was I doing out here?
What was the meaning of this trip?
Was I just roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind?
Or had I really come out here to Las Vegas to work on a story?
Who are these people?
These faces?
Where do they come from?











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