Counterpoint: Tweeker Strut

Ebb and flow of life in a twenty four span, stayed up till 6am again, the Cola crew crashed landed back in Vegas, all too eager to expliot my weakness in keeping the party going. Latched onto some bottle service VIP hounds at one of the local strip night club, there is nothing like weaving a tail to some unsuspecting female who most of the time are all to eager to believe a fresh serving of adventures which constitute the basic fabric of the media industry, most likely all industry. The classic tale of showing the clients a good time, most of my clients like to party all night, recreationally abuse narcotics, participate in casual anonymous sex and top the escapades off with the ever eventful post festivities paranoid psychotic episode of arm failing, heart stopping, physical seizure in their hotel room a few nights later. This routine is fairly common in the city, the only vehicle more prevalent than the stretch limo in Las Vegas has to be the medivac ambulance, another sort of exclusive form of transportation and from depending who you ask can range in response from poor unfortunate soul to bitch ass amatuer fuckhead who ruins it for all the other people who can handle their drugs.

For some reason it always seems the one of many spoils the fun parade for the others who take measured precaution against falling victim to their own self inflected damaging nature. I have been around some of the most over indulgent substance abusers through my time and even in the overdosed out, loss of control, and inescapable impending doom; these people never ignored how desperate of a state their mulit combo drug ingested corpse happen to be in at the time. In fact experience had taught them plenty in how to deal with this go for broke, clean out the medicine cabinet, local dealers, and a few Fedex packages. I was shocked initially learn a lot of these people led the healthiest of lives outside the nature of a part time decadent lifestyle, vitamins, working out, and a well defined diet seemed like the yin to their yang referring back to the first sentence in this episode.

Plenty of humor to be unearth with a discovery such as the above, a directive, commandment, and maxim I ahere to with the upmost dedication. In a 24 city that has no real time construct, conducting any sort of unnatural performance at any hour of the day or night here remains totally acceptable activity with a premium on rape, pillage, and scorched earth visual contact high like a razor blade across the throat.

110 today, even the insects are quiet, left a Mexican restuarant right outside the imperial gates of the compound known as the Las Vegas Country Estates. A well fortified castle ground who employs the most dilligent meth induced delusional paranoid private security contractors. The local HOA supplies them with unlimited stimulants and assualt rifles, not even feral cats, rodents, and the burrowing gophers on the golf course are safe. The guest cavity check at the gate is one of my all time favorites, three finger special they call it in Asia, here in the US I am sure there is another name for it. Either way I can comfortably fool myself into sleeping knowing the streets of the LVCE are safe once more. Crack hoes, wandering insane homeless, and local perverts roam the outer gate dejected in their inability to storm the castle guards without loss of life, a few of the more patient resistance fighters take up refuge in the abandoned bank building parking lot sharing tales of previous battle as well as coming together in an effort to rejuvenate the fighting spirit alongside morale in order to mount another challenge to penetrating the borderland between desolate, barren, unwatered strip mall vegetation and the oversatuarated golf course wetland tropical resort, local haven for young, nublie, twenty something women that habitate the area like Jamiaca's Club Hedonism. Who was the LVCE to prevent the local heathens from attaining squatters rights on some prime real estate, nothing a bit of well used cardboard, a few shopping carts, and a couple gallon jugs of raw urine couldn't do to help increase the overall property value of each residence within the community and with reasoning like that who could not resist such a solid financial opportunity. Apparently, the local battalion at the LVCE had no problem taking a stance of fierce reproach with truncheons in hand against such an aggressive, obvious, conjob posing as housing rights for the general public. The LVCE wasted no time employing the services of military trained German Shepards who were left off leash in moments of boredom, and apparently there have been plenty of them, to run off the seasonal influx of urban outdoor enthusiatist who ply their trades of multiple personality disorder, cognitive regression, and the lead role of spontaneous pants pissor in front of the nearby restuarants down the corner, entertainment at every turn which leads me to the Tweeker Strut.

A woman on this extremely hot day where everything moves very slowly unless it is in an air conditioned recently purchased luxury sedan. The woman was dressed in a neon pink bra moving with a dominating directional speed reserved for 100 meter sprinters and Formula 1 drivers, following her toothless, bare threaded clothed, Oliver Twist movie extra boyfriend/pimp who brought home the dope to keep the vibe alive and when smoking meth everyday for more than a decade, the tweek cells switch on like a magentic tractor beam, body formed GPS, a powerful intuitive possesion, this woman spots her man who has bailed out on a bicycle in haste, all the woman can do now is give chase like some near starving predator seeking prey, she hallucinates her environment a steadity devolving B Movie from the 70's where she fights collapsing to the ground after giving a final chase in total agony to slowly rot while her carcass is torn to pieces by scavangers out of visible sight who slowly circle overhead waiting for the psychosis to take its victory lap and drop the body to the ground in a deadly burst of aneurysm from the brain, that is it, last words, jet planes off into the sky, neon pink bra, thong, burnt tan skin roasted like over cooked chicken, ready to fall from the bone, no personal miracle, deceased, final, permanent.