City of sin. And Vegas. And a mountain.

Vegas requires money, lots and lots of money, I recommend not running out before you even get there. You will not be the success story that turned there last 50 bucks into millions. You'll be the story of the guy who turned his last 50 bucks into feigned sympathy from the black jack dealer, and cheap cheap alcohol. It's a hell of a story though. I wish I could remember more of it to tell. Everywhere you go is an entire new world in its self, from the casinos to the clubs to the malls even the overpasses have a life going on. It's an incredibly homeless/busker life but a life nonetheless. Oh and xs club was huge. Skrillex was pretty good I'll say. Somehow we made it out of Vegas alive, my hands had to delve a little deeper into the pockets, and then lake tahoe. And snow. And sun, or as a fairly pale skinned Englishman learned, sunburn. I learned which direction knees are and aren't supposed to go. And that there is nothing cooler than a massive clean run. And occasionally my nose decides to bleed like an extra for 300. At least in 300 a sword wound produced 7 litres of blood, mine just shat the bed and went for it. I don't have many takes of Tahoe, except the club with 1 dollar drinks followed by finding myself at Starbucks at 5am. Luckily Tahoe is a small small town so my mammoth walk home was all of 3 minutes. On ward and outward, if you're going to San Francisco.