las vegas refugee.

Being displaced forces me into an existence of a suitcases refugee in my new hometown. While Livin' On The Strip is a fun experiment, it sometimes feels no different whether I'm at a hotel or crashing on a friend's sofa. LOTS would be different if I already had my own home.

Don't get me wrong. the Strip is a great, fun place. I enjoy grabbing the occasional beer after my shift and unwinding at any one of my favorite casinos along Las Vegas Boulevard. But after while, you just enjoy lounging at home, on your own sofa, watching your own TV and not subjecting yourself to the constant and steady barrage of DING-DING-DING from the slot machines.

And the most endangered species of all in Las Vegas is a friendly, local pub or tavern that does NOT have video poker embedded in the bar. It's hard out there for a Las Vegas Refugee, ain't it? At least the sun shines most every day and the coldest it gets is low 40s at night. I can live with that.