Day 6 of our Vegas residency. Im through complaining. I remember when the Catheters van broke down and they were stuck for like a week, only they broke down in bum-fuck nowhere Wyoming. We are in downtown grimy ass Vegas. Its much better than BFE Wyoming or even just 2 hours out of Vegas. We are losing lots of dough on the shows and the van but it could be worse. According to the mechanic we will be up and going by this evening and on our way to Minneapolis. Im really glad we ain't missing Minnie.

So yeah..Vegas. There are lots of hot dogs for a buck and fucked up things to look at. Old women with oxygen tanks in wheel chairshooked up to slot machines, people passed out in the middle of the sidewalk at three in the afternoon, and women trying so desperately to look attractive despite the odds being so far against them. They cake on makeup to try and cover the years of smoking that have wrinkled their faces. Everywhere they go they leave behind lipstick stained cigarette butts.

There is a sadness that floats through downtown Vegas like a fog. Late at night the downtown area pumps in slow sad jazz music like the ending to a film noir. Walk through here at 2a.m. and see the hookers that did'nt get johns wander around. The tweaked out white trash with stained white T-shirts that just need 2 bucks to get back home.

We have found a late night home at the Gold Spike in what has to be one of the shittiest bars downtown. The drinks are a buck a piece though so we don't complain about the smell or the upkeep. No one else hanging out at the Spike complain either. Last night a guy walked in with a bloody nose and scratched up face wearing a running shoe on his right foot and a flip-flop on his left. I asked if he when the fight and his only response was a pensive"................yeah...........the fight". It was around this time that security carried a woman out of the bathroom. She was moaning and her head rolled around like her neck had lost all its muscle strength. I wonder what happened to her.

They say the van is gonna be fixed today.....I hope it happens. I don't want to be the guy some tourist sees and feels sorry for but knows he or she can't help. We got to get out of here before someone remembering their vegas vacation thinks of me and says to themself "I wonder what happened to him"