Labor Day Weekend Carnage

Abumlance sirens echo through the streets of the strip manuevering through the gridlock of weekend motorists preoccupied with the multitude of distractions littered throughout the city of Las Vegas. Twenty something party people overdose an a combonation of exstacy, alcohol, coke, and prescrpition pills. Emergency vehicles outnumber the limos parked out in front of the hipster hotels. California empties its bowels every holiday weekend, Labor day weekend marking the final throwdown to wrap up a entire summer spent dealing drugs, sports gambling, and pissing away financial business seed money on an array of lecherous strippers, professional party girls, overpriced drugs, hotel suites, and the pending wisdom derived from a 72 hours sprint through the neon lights, dark alleys, casino bathroom stalls either passed out or face down in a pile of cocaine. Funny thing about these types of self indulgent adventures is that participants tend to remember very little of what had taken place throughout the weekend, coming to at various moments, such as reviving from a disco coma in a poolside cabana with two beautiful women under each arm where a table full of six vodka bottles sits in front of you, surrounded by a posse of new friends who are getting stoned, snorting MDMA, topless dancers, loud club music, vision whittled down to a radius of ten feet. no idea of where you might be, no signs, no clues, or useful audible advice, smiling faces, high fives and your best friend speaking in tongues attempting to reaccount the previous evening where you had a three some with the two women under you arm, time for a drink.

Fatalities, heatstroke, the young woman laid on a beach chair passed out for the last couple of hours while her friends covered her in mustard and ketchup, finally a friend who happen to be a nurse had the medical squad come over, another thirty minutes and she would have died the medical staff relayed to the passed out woman's friends. There is no sympathy for those who cannot handled their shit. These people are left to expire, fade, and discarded to the furnace of sacrifice that powers the hedonistic energy of the Las Vegas Strip. No need to ignore its presence, this invisible dark presence which governs the decisions of many party goes here on Labor Day weekend, who wants to spend an entire week stuck in a Las Vegas hospital, but the local UMC hospital down the street from my house sounds like a war zone with the constant presence of high pitch wails from oncoming vans, club casualities swept into the gutter, not going to let that rookie ruin my weekend, shit, this is my last paid vacation of the year, you mean I have to cut it short because that dumbass would not stop doing tequila shots, did two 8 balls, smoked some meth, took some X, and ate a handful of pills, some people just do not know when to quit, they just keep going ang going, starting fights with complete strangers over imaginary conflicts, total embarassment, sometimes you just have to let idiots like that take their due course, whether it is prison, hospital, or the grave. They will not quit the crash and burn mentality, every damn holiday weekend, who keeps inviting this self destructive creature, their behavior is what beings bent on a suicide trip undertake, no remorse, no end point, till the blackout, sub zero, hoping to arrive through the time warp of pleasure seeking motion. Abandonment does not discourage them, they will gravitate towards like minded people, as we await the pay phone call five days later when we have all gone back home, another trip to Western Union is in order as well as the hassel to get the money repaid, still these fiends always have money to part, some secret stash or multiple felony heists to fund the full on, over the top, taking it to the streets for a high-living, self satisfying throwdown to return with another array of shirtless fist pumping to electrohouse music on a Labor Day monday afternoon, no waiting in lines, which is the only reemding trait of this party machine, he or she knows all the right people, all the doormen, VIP hosts, sports stars, and Hollywood actors, the rest of us just go along with it, unable to understand when the hell this animal assemble such a cast of connection, at such times the only thing to do is smile, wave at the cameras, give the A-list startlet a hug and kiss on the cheek, as another victim is wheeled out stuck with a six pack of IV's, she looks good in her two piece though and sometimes that is all that matters.