5AM

5am hookers at the Hard Rock Hotel vie for my attention, by this time most of the other guys at the bar have passed on these late night call girls, even the go-go dancers who had been shaking their asses at 3am much to my pleasure, have wrapped it up for the evening, gone off to bed, yet there is no quit in some people especially when their man is waiting at home with a sock stuffed with a large bar of soap as punishment in case the woman comes up short with the daily take so it is a battle between hookers, 300, 200, 150, 120 dollars, a bidding war erupts in the hope of landing any sort of income at this late hour, can't even take a piss without one of the hoes hounding me, she's 19, can't sit at the bar, but wants to fuck me anyway, well, no luck, night before New Year's Eve, all the rooms are sold out and with the room rates as low as they have ever been for NYE, no chance of getting a private space to hit this recent high school grad.

Drunken dazed pleasures of past sexual endeavors like this potential one shall not be repeated as I sit at the bar sort of just letting the night turn into morning with no real agenda, except trying to get pass the hate in my heart and my mind, the thoughts of being dumped and the revenge necessary to feel like a human again, getting drunk will have to do, rather not give my ex and the local authorities the pleasure of slapping the bracelets on me, then hauling me off to county jail on battery charges, too easy of a set up coming from a woman who has been begging me to punch her out on more than one ocassion, true bummer, having a boyfriend in high school that use you as a punching bag and now the outcome has landed at my doorstep, strike that, has left my doorstep, definitely for the best, let's move on.

My business associate Denton has a lock on another little 19 year old honey fresh from the streets of wherever to the realm of the Las Vegas maneater night, does anything get her off, maybe the pain of abuse, Denton got the better of the two young call girls, the smarter one, looked like she could have come off the hip streets of San Francisco or Berkeley, had the cool hipster eye glasses, sort of prepped out college look, not your typical mega booty, red thong, tight shirted, bra popping out mammas that make this bar their home on a nightly basis, nothing wrong with that look though, who can't go for that trashy throw away screw now and then, just another line to cross, in a world full of lines to cross, things is once you cross it, the line dissapears, nothing left except to accept that sort of hedonistic behavior into your life, left to repetition again and again, as if I would know from personal experience, ha.

Denton is off in his own world with thoughts of sodomizing this young hottie some time this morning, the second hooker, keeeps coming by and sitting on my lap, this is a fresh one, not the 19 year old, a smoother looking sista with the old college student look, must work on the clients, easier to get down than the straight gangster feel, who knows, maybe this woman just has more game than the hoochie crowd, either way I almost broke, but just got laid twice in two one night stands within a week, contributing more to luck than anything else, so I felt pretty good about not having to pay for the opportunity to get laid tonight, why not let the thought pass while drinking down an AM happy hour Coors Light for two dollars, think the happy hour runs from 2am-8am or until all the hookers clear out the patrons, maybe there is some sort of cut scheme going on here with the hotel, possible, no one seems in a hurry to move these women out of here, there are at least twenty of them working the bar rails in my immidiate vicinity, like it matters, happy hotel guests spend money, gamble, get wasted, it all eventually falls into the lap of the casino, time is on their side, just sit back and wait like the spider, the line will vibrate then just slide down and collect another meal.

Happy Hour has this bar totallly packed at 6am where the only other place you can find pussy and drinks in the same place is either a strip club or hotel bars who charge much more than the 2 dollar beers I am putting down at about a rate of 1 every 5 minutes, like water, a habit, a smoke, speaking of smokes, anyone have one, start chain smoking right now, until I can't talk, then try to breathe the next day as my heart begins to beat irregularly, oh well. Really getting worked on now by a hooker with the customary cock grabs, maybe a hand down the pants with a pump or two thrown in to seal the deal, so I tell her I have to hit the ATM, then walk out to the parking garage where I head home.

The ex girlfriend is ready for work even though a few days early or later she snuck into my freshly moved into seperate room, crawling into my bed stone drunk looking to get laid, but I curbed her for whatever reason, done with it, someone else's form of entertainment now, hate that cunt too much, she'll never change, as these gamblers hug the rails of the craps table, cheering the latest hundred dollar win, as those hookers circle, time goes on, where sex, beatings, and extortion live happily together, fulfilling the fantasies of middle aged married men who want to be weird for a night, no drugs, or binge drinking, no S&M, lifeless rides programmed like robots to milk you like a cow, then on to the next cock and the next cock.