6th and Main

Slow nights don't offer that much in the way of entertainment where the only source of refuge is a bad attitude and the former hatred spilling over from a previous relationship from former lovers who cannot completely let go of their feelings, so they do small almost undetectable things, whether it is a text on day reserved for so called romantic lovers to the old get dressed up and show the former partner what they passed up on, somehow afterwards the only friends become the dark city streets of downtown Las Vegas where crack dealers, low rent meth prostitutes, and nervous predatory pimps come out on the otherwise empty streets attempting to raise cash flow for the rundown yet recently renovated daily apartments that look nothing more housing for the insane, destitute, and freshly grinded brain dead corpses licking on the long since picked clean carcass of a Sunday night.

Easy enough to score around here, not much other reason for middle aged white people to be roaming around these narrow blocks of boarded up housing mixed in enclaves of new high rise condos full of scam artist victims who believed that urban renewal included something more than confining all the drugs, prostitution, and crime to a few square blocks, but unfortunately those square blocks happen to be where these fresh hipsters call home, but where hasn't there been a artist colony that did not come with a bit of dangerous element involved, a place where you can watch desperate narcotics fiends offer up sex for small clusters of crack cocaine and meth, right behind high rise dumpsters, everyone walks away a winner.

Soon enough, there was a crack head in the back seat of our car, the typical loose single track mind shell of a human being who was only interested in getting her hit of low rent mashed up cocaine residue in exchange for the use of the pipe, immidiately she was on the phone, calling the man, rock man, nothing but 20 dollar hits that don't amount to more than small peebles, at first it is really hard to tell what the hell you might be buying, could almost be anything, you have to burn it a bit, maybe set it on the top of a lit cigarette in order to smell that familiar smell that rock will give off once it starts to vapourize, then it all comes back to you. The crispy frying like smell of crack burning, the taste in the back of the throat, while holding a well burnt pipe at one end that has just been stolen from some base head, she does not want to get out of the car, but then is threatened with being dropped off in some place like Summerlin or Seven Hills, where the local authorites will take no time in introducing here to a set of hand cuffs in the unfamiliar confines of suburban Las Vegas, like dropping off a gang member in a rival turf with nothing but shoes in his feet, no cash, no phone, bye bye, good luck getting home in one piece, so with the thought of Henderson police weighing on her mind, set off a series of hasty moves, by exiting the car at a high rate of speed, no need to stop, she strongs, hit the street, bounce once or twice, screaming Fuck You White Bitches, well fair enough, this woman was nothing but an avenue for acquiring black drugs when the white drug connections are laying low, they all have their reasons, today's was Valentine's Day, not much of an event for the likes of the lonely who still hold a grudge against their former lovers, offering the only outlet consisting of pure debauchery, ugly real disasterous, derragned behavior to mask the pain of transitioning from the ordinary comfortable existence of having someone to be with to the polar opposite of being responsibility free taking all actions to their most logical conclusions.

Plenty of alcohol and whatever anyone happens to be carrying on them at the time, so no chance of any substances remaining at the end of the night, eat all the farmies, baggies, and whatever can be bought down the block, load up and let things take their course. Pretty usual surroundings tonight as The Rolling Stones play in the background, soundtrack for the night, feels right to get things giong on this one way crash course to black out mode where life falls apart molecule by molecule reassembling in a entire different entity that most people give a clear path and at least put up in a curious but cautious manner, what does that manner we have become nothing but a sideshow in a world that no longer gives a damn about anything but learning to die slowly while meandering or wallowing in a shallow water filled hole treading for nothing more than the opportunity to waste more years of a life that in the end will offer only a brief services for the slow slide to the exit sign and a piece of real estate in some anonymous landfill for human beings.

This is what surrounds me tonight, all these people, going nowhere, drinking overpriced beer with hip cool music on the overhead speakers, all jingle like sounds of generation who could really care less on why the ladder to success, coolness, and the big takeover is nothing more than a beat up broken rung ladder with no end in sight up toward the darken heavens dissapearing into an abyss where no light escapes, no real meaning or contributions to life, an empty gutter, universe of poorly thought out ideas, turned into marketing schemes whose primary purpose is to get you to buy take out food, binge drink, and jump local crack dealers for their stash, so much to give in this cool society, that's it, nothing else to really say but drowning sorrows on such a regular basis is the definition of this city that has no pity, no remorse, only people whose sole mission is to spread their misery upon others in hopes of sharing the futility of living in a town with people who have nothing to offer but their daily lives, as I stand with a beer in my hand, a research scientist,, studying the environment, taking notes, make observations, as people come and go throughout the night, caught between realities of being cool and being empty shallow and obvious like those they pretend to detest in public life, yet that is what alcohol will do to some, bring out their true nature, acceptance is a cruel and horrible beast that has sent many a good person to an early grave due the fiery nature of vacaous whores and idiots who send people off to the gallows of the social outcast network, who then in turn go out and create an entire another subculture to do it to other people, the hate builds like a wave drowning everyone in its breaking crest, but at least it gives me something to write about everytime I step out the door.