That’s why I don’t like the place, shortest and clearest I can explain it.

It’s so over-stimulatiing, so disposable, and I find people become so entitled soon as they land there. But I seem to end up here often, this is probably trip #15. There’s a blog tag, even: Vegas.

Here’s some stuff from my 11 days there, a few weeks ago.

View from the patio at Pure, at Caesar’s.

View from my room.

View of Vegas outfits.

The giant-ism is nuts.

What’re you doing this afternoon, Ker?  Going to cross the street.

It gets better when you leave the Strip, go to where the normal people live.

This is the Gold Spike in Vegas, a casino-turned-bar.

Rare eh, a place that gave up their gambling licence.

This is a ruined selfie.

And the end.