Now I understand why Nicholas Cage was so depressed in
Leaving Las Vegas. It is like being a kid, going to Disney World and then having to go back to school in time for your math test.
Only this math test is being pounded in your ass in the form of a job that lasts 30+ years and the only conversation you can have outside of this nightmare of a responsibility with other "test takers" is about how shitty your job, commute, weather, mortgage, co-worker, boss, housing market, job market, political issues, environment and business buzzwords are... at nauseum.
A jackal misses Vegas like a mutha fucka. SS we gots to find a way to get another fix on the double. Remember dude at
Rhumbar? Now I know why he was pouring out his blood sweat and tears to the rythmic beats of those awesome DJs. Because he knew just how awesome we were getting and how fleeting getting awesome in Vegas really is.....ballleeevveee it.
What is Jimi Hendrix without his acid? What is Eli Manning without a nice dude in his bed to snuggle up with? What is a mancation without Tico? What is BMR without awesome cartoons? What is a jackal without Vegas? ....Sad.