OK, continuing the Leaving Las Vegas obsession (so sue me, I just watched it), I've decided to head for that very city and drink myself to death like the protagonist. I mean, why not? Since I took you guys' advice and lost my job, and my life is basically a directionless wreck, I figure I'll go do some gambling, hook up with a surprisingly introspective prostitute, wheel around like a crazy guy in a Hawaiian shirt, and then glug glug glug... RIP. So see ya all on the flip side!
