Vegas…the mob and holiday feasts.
I was slouched over the bar at Dino’s recently, it was getting late for me, early for most. The slow mellow twang of the jukebox was actually drifting me away nicely from my stressed out F’n day. Out of nowhere … “How you doing?” asks a guy with the biggest shit eating grin I have ever seen… I realize now that I should have snapped something clever to get this guy to shove off. Instead, something about his grin reminded me I was in Dino’s … And what he didn’t know was, this really was my neighborhood. I have been sitting in this bar for generations. 3 as a matter of fact. My Grandfather ran the local tavern league. My father, GM at a big shot casino. In the spirit of tradition he used to drag our entire family down here for...
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