vegas gives excessive jolts to our senses, but still stirs little for the imagination. not a place for romantics: kept on betting on 14 red (happy valentine's day, everyday's the 14th) and kept on losing. partied like rock stars though. god damn beautiful time with the ricers. how many pounds of prime rib did we consume?

on the drive home, i held the moon in both my rear view mirrors (that makes two moons crouching at my feet) and caught clouds dancing on mountain tops, celebrating the sun before me. i was stuck somewhere between night and day.

hey jacob.