The title of this post is a reference to the song by Elvis. I think it's Elvis.
When I was in Las Vegas, I was just a small and confused being in a very big and very confusing world. I still am, even.
But when I was in Las Vegas I did not know what I was doing, really. There is too many things there, much too overwhelming. So I left. When I was leaving, I was almost mugged by these two men dressed in grey. Not even black, just grey. Very scary! I almost died, but I didn't. I didn't die because I asked them to leave politely, and you know what? They did leave. I felt very powerful. But that was then, and now I know that I AM powerful. I am an extremely powerful being.
I left in a brown car, and I can't remember what kind of car it was. I just remember it was brown, or at least brownish. I don't think I was driving. But I can't remember the face of the person who was behind the wheel, if there was one.
I had my blackest backpack on my lap, my fingers digging into the soft padding of the shoulder straps. My iPod was in there, but I wasn't sure if I should get it out. I thought that maybe it'd be kind of rude, blocking out the driver's words.
And although I thought that, I still can't remember if I was driving or if a different person was driving or if there was somebody behind the wheel at all.
I looked behind me, and I saw the blinding lights of Las Vegas getting smaller and smaller in the distance. I felt a bit sad, and a bit empty. I'm pretty sure I might have left a pair of earrings on the dresser of my hotel room.
The world around me was dark, dusty and empty. I still felt a little sad.
But then I passed out in the brown car.
So, if you ever want to get out of Las Vegas, just find a brown car and somehow it'll take you where you want to go. Maybe?
My memories of Las Vegas are very blurry.
I'm sorry I didn't have enough horses for you last time. But because Las Vegas has a lot of performances and things, here are some horses performing.
Thank you very much.
~Diospyros