| I was in no means trying to narrarate the current event of my life. But I found a gradual increase of fully written sentences in my mind. I remember driving down the interstate 15, before overlooking an entire city. I remember seeing nothing but sand, cactuses, and birds of prey circling the air feverishly with the drive of a weary life. Christian turned to me and said something like, "Look, isn't it beautiful?" I nodded my head in agreement knowing what he thought wasn't true. I never intended on telling him though beause I kept his heart in mind. The scattered palm trees reminded me of a cheap plastic decal atop a tropical themed cake. We were only enticed to go to Las Vegas because of what we saw on the strip. Flashing lights, loud music, and just about every way to endulge yourself in every mindless self indulgence this city had to offer. This truly was the heart of sin city. On contrary to many beliefs that Las Vegas is beautiful, has nothing to do with location or what landscape and vegetation the state has to offer. Sin City was fully created in man's image while god was just a missing puzzle piece among the crystal sand. The place was a gettaway from responsibilities and morals. Whether it is to find a strip club and buy a lap dance from a girl named coco, or to sit at a rotating bar in circus circus and drink yourself to death, almost every fantasy and instant gradification could be given to you in 10 minute or less. This place was clearly not someplace I wanted to live. Hookers, junkies, and drug dealers show the long term effect of sin city and your brain. People clearly never liked to see this, so the residents of Las Vegas, Nevada are brushed into the outskirts and sewage of our city while high rollers enjoy the comfort of the Luxor. Driving on the strip was hell, whether or not our destination was less than a mile away. The streets are littered with tourists, alcoholics, homeless and knock off purses everyday, every night. After hours of excrutiating irritation from J walkers and the mentally impaired, we finally made it to Madalay Bay. I collected our key, went up the elevator and into our, clearly five star, hotel room. I opened the curtains and overlooked the Las Vegas sunset. This was the one place stood for everything that I despised, but I could never find myself to say that I hate the city because it was only made with human nature in mind. |
