I stand infront of an park full of loud kids and there “loving” parents and I am happy that I never had kids. But to honest I never had a long term relationship, but I did have an large one month relationship with an hooker named Sprinkles before she had to leave for greener pastures. What a bitch. But it’s okay you can find her six feet under near an cactus field near Las Vegas somewhere.

Whores, thugs, scum, and the cops who try to keep peace all try to earn there keep in this god forsaken sin filled place. Shit sorry I hate sounding like an preist but fuck it! Cops either become very great cops and end up dead, or have long careers as an corrupt one. Anyway is worse than the other and the choice is there’s. Fact is the mafia runs the Strip and everyone else is just sitting  beheind them watching and spending their hard earned money on there casinos, and getting lap dances from there whores. But the only way to make it here is to become them and own a piece of this fucked up pie that we have here.

I look down and see at least ten bottles of whiskey and three bags of coke. But that still can’t keep my mind off of all the men that never even made it his far in the career that I am in. Hell your own friends and crew will kill you if they want to maintain there best interests even though how stupid reasoned  and self intended they are. 

The new mayor is saying he will bring change and that he will. But of course he will end up on my hit list or some other god forsaken gun for hire and the worse part if they all are shit. This world we live in has no respect and it’s god forsake near impossible to gain it. Even if you do regain respect there is always one gun that will eventually end you. If the bullet doesn't end you an prison sentence will. Any stuck can come behind someone and end his life. An stupid baby in there hospital bed can kill an man in his 40’s easily, if given an motive. 

I’m done I’m going to get another whiskey

Drugs and Alcohol Do Not Mix*

Lol :)

My bad

cutie tries to get in between the crowd and find a spot at the front. She sees the mayor dressed in very expensive attire. Watch him speak his last words, she thought.

The people of Las Vegas seem to be blind to the reality of what goes on after the mayor steps off the stage- to return to his office and make false promises. cutie makes a retreat to the back and dodges the little kids under her. Kids were once a dream of cutie's, but she knew that her life with the family is something she will keep forever. cutie takes a seat at a park bench and takes a sip from her alcohol flask, feeling the burn reaching her stomach. As she looked up, a man with a smug look on his face approached her. He was holding a bottle of whiskey, and she raised an eyebrow. 

"Sir? Would you like me to offer my seat to you? I was just about to head off-" 

The man shook his head and waited for cutie to settle down a bit. "Just sick of it. The mayor is literally an advocate for the devil". cutie blinked, and chuckled. She took another swig from her flask. "Well, you don't say". 

"The name's DougOneShot". He took a seat next to her and drank from his bottle of whiskey. 

"I'm cutie. Good day, isn't it?" cutie looked out at all the people and tried to scan for any familiar faces. She started to think of her family, and never missed those moments where she could just sit and reflect. cutie was very grateful for each and every person in the family, including those who lives were lost in the war. DougOneShot turned to face cutie. "Sure is". 

a smirk slowly starts to form on cutie's face. "I agree, and also this alcohol keeps getting better and better. But I've always been told to not use the supply. Besides, drugs and alcohol is not a good combination for me". 

I sip on my last drop of my last whiskey bottle and throw it across the park to the farthest trash can. It shatters inches before reaching the bin. I continue to stare at the mayor as he enters his car and drives off, leaving an trail of disgusting air. 

"I know most people don't like the mayor but he isn't too bad, yet :). He hasen't been here long enough to become corrupt and he is ignorant enough to risk his own life by trying to change ours." But cutie I understand why u believe him to be a liar, as it's hard to trust an lawman. 

"But an lawman is better than most wannabe gangsters and crews that will either shot you or bleed you dry from everything you have. My friend Misterhat01 bless his corpse, was killed near a day ago over bullshit. You can't trust someone as far as you can throw him sadly". 

I continue to stare at Cutie and wonder why is she here? What is here angle? 

"Cutie why are u in the middle of an park drinking like I am? You trying to forget as I am? Speaking of drinks I want another so you want to head to the local bar with me? Drinks on me!" 

I violently stand up and tighten my coat and rub some leftover droll from my coat as well. I kick the rest of the glasses of whiskey into the nearby bushes and start an medley of an toon I learned as a young boy. But I stop halfway through and stop as I forget how it goes. 

"Sure, why not?"

cutie puts her bag over her shoulder and follows DougOneShot. The smell of cigars and alcohol hanged in the air as they both took a seat by the bar, and called for drinks. cutie let him lead the conversation, also thinking what the hell is going on. She was never one to get deep into politics and such, but she knew that whatever job the mayor had, he was certainly not doing it right. "I'm sorry about your friend". cutie rests her chin in her palm and stares at the ground for a brief moment before drinking a full shot. "Well, it was nice chatting with you DougOneShot but I must be heading home now". cutie thanked him for his company and headed out the door.

I watch as cutie leaves and leaves me at the bar. I continue to drink, piss, snort, and dance terribly. After two hours of an blurred memory, I wake up in an dumpster. I jump out and go home. 

What a day