I walk out of an old bar down and out of the main main Las Vegas. I throw my cig into the bin and continue to walk down the alcohol densed alley and I don't stop. I stop at the sidewalk and look onto the scene and remember old memories of desire, and eventual madness. How I remember the days of the first amount of families, that far as I know have been taken out by new guns. The king is back? Ah who am I kidding the people here, don't remember an old soul like myself. 

After two years in London, it's time too get back in the game. (coughs)