Thank god for Vegas. Seriously.
A lobotomy wasn’t as effective as a weekend three hours of Red
Bull away (from LA, not Pismo) where I wore the thinnest pinned
stilettos, gambled like a sweaty degenerate mobster in black loafers,
drank like Amy Winehouse and Charles Bukowski’s baby, and snorted
throat-dripping lines of coke in a Hard Rock Hotel bathroom with
four new best friends. I’d giddily rub off any one of those from the
to-do list I wrote in eyeliner on my hotel bathroom mirror.
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