Fuckin' Las Vegas

I am sick of this town. It makes me, the nastiest, freakiest person I know, feel unclean. I am sick of its vice and corruption. There are vices that I love. I love sex for instance. I hate the sex industry. I am sick of the strip clubs and their endless stream of drugs and money and prostitution. I am sick of people I know and love working at these places and losing themselves in that inexorable tide of filth. As a visitor who neither knows nor cares about any of the people in these places they are fun. But I know the bouncers. Many of them are fighters. So, I get to hear about their steroid abuse, their addiction to pain pills, their alcoholism, how they take money and sexual favors to turn their backs while the girls at the club make extra money through prostitution. I get to know the few girls that are not drug addicted whores and watch as they too slowly get caught up in it and wind up sniffing drugs, or popping pills, or at the very least relying more and more on alcohol to get them through their shift. I watch them search for their future husband among their patrons who see them only as sex objects. I watch their lives turn to shit. I left San Francisco because it was too permissive. I didn't want my son growing up in a place where drug abuse was viewed so casually. After watching this city grow for the last eight years it is now worse than what I left behind. People at the gym talk about steroids as if it was just a normal part of working out. They buy and sell it right in front of me and then celebrate the physiques they cheated to acquire. Fighters talk about popping Loritab as if it was the thing to do and laugh at me like I'm just some kind of square when I yell at them about it and tell them how it is fucking up their lives and their careers. I am fucking sick of it. It sickens me that some of the same men who have the courage to step into the ring and fight some of the toughest men in the world don't have the courage to face life without drugs and alcohol. It sickens me that after all the stories everyone hears about top ranked fighters ruining their career by partying too hard or getting hooked on pain pills or cocaine that there are still idiots dumb enough to risk it. That they can't see themselves traveling down the same path. I am speechless when I hear them say things like, "I can stop anytime I want to. I'm strong enough to handle it. Only weak-minded people get addicted" as they pop pills and get drunk night after night. Newsflash: only weak-minded people take the shit in the first place. Pussies get high because that's the only way they can face life. Cowards get high to avoid coping with disappointment, failure, stress, pain, misery, even boredom. Drug addicts are idiots, cowards, and just straight up pussies and I'm sick of them all and this town is full of them. I am sick of lazy, stupid, weak people. I'm not going to go into some long explanation of how a real man should handle life. You all know and it isn't by crawling inside a bottle or popping a pill. I'm not going to go into how a real strong woman should cope with her problems. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that it ain't by getting high and selling pussy. This isn't some philosophical debate on how people should conduct themselves when times get hard. It should not need to be. When times get hard you fight with all that you are. You don't give in and you don't bow down. You don't belly up to the bar and start crying "Why me?" You don't try to hide from your problems in a narcotic fugue because every idiot knows that only makes it worse. It's not necessary for me to say these things because everyone knows them. The stripper who selling pussy on the side to support the drug habit she acquired to help her cope with her own disgrace over her lifestyle knows she's wrong. She knows she's fucking up her life. The bouncer who starts popping pills to help him stay up all night or to mask the pain in his body from fighting or training all day knows he's wrong no matter what he tells himself. It isn't necessary for me to tell them what they already know. If they won't listen to themselves they aren't going to listen to me. This is just a rant pure and simple. I just wanted to voice my utter disdain for this sick corrupt little town. No one reads hear. There is no art here. No theater. No dance. No symphony. Not even a fucking museum. No one seems to think here at all except about how best to fuck up their lives or the lives of others. Las Vegas is an intellectual wasteland. This town disgusts me. Fuck Las Vegas. Sometimes I wish the Christian extremists were right and Elohim would send his angel of death with his flaming sword to turn the entire city into a ball of fire or a pillar of salt or the four horsemen of the apocalypse would trample all the drunks, hookers, and drug addicts under their hooves or whatever the hell the great overseer in the sky is supposed to do to places like this. Maybe I'll just start hanging out with Mormons.