Day 114 (October 25th, 2010)
Title: Tahoe Hill
With your snow-capped mountains. Your giant pine trees. Your crisp, cool air. Your blue, crystalline lake. Your nearly naked, drunk ass gamblers. Your recirculated air from 1996. Your satanic slot machines that possess my pennies. Your hypnotic beeping and blinking of lights that make me feed your my sad little bills. Your crazy old man who's smoking a 'cigar' that smells like death wrapped in dried dog hair.