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It’s three in the morning, my kid is at the ex’s and I’m wandering the streets pensively unable to sleep. This isn’t unusual for me. I tend to walk around this dirty little area of town quite a bit. Strangely however, the way Las Vegas is setup, there are decent neighborhoods a block away from run down ones, like a patchwork quilt across the valley. Living on the edge of one of the gritter edges of town, and quiet Old Las Vegas homes gives me a an interesting variety of sights as I wander the streets at night. A few weeks ago, I’m in those older historical flavoured neighborhoods enjoying the looks of some of the houses. In front of one of the shabbier places on the block there was a meth skinny blonde smoking a cigarrette. I nodded hello as I approached, watching her watch me while absentmindedly smoking.


As I get close and about to pass, she calmly meets my eyes and says “You want a blowjob?” I laughed and came to a stop. “My sister is inside right now. I’m taking a break. We have a glory hole setup.” Expecting prostitution instead of perversion, was a bit surprised. I studied her for a minute, and then began to walk towards the house with an amused “Right.” I’ve seen a bit dealing with people over the years, and while under another circumstance it might be dangerous to do so, I didn’t get that kind of feel from the situation. Still I was absorbing the surrounding, looking for the hook in the worm. I’d traded my naivety and innocence away for experience long ago so I’d learned to dig around the surrounding for details. Walking up to the door, I could see into the livingroom through flimsy sheer drapes. The TV was playing some kind of porn. On the door was a torn piece of notebook paper scrawling loudly, telling me to come back in fifteen minutes if the door was locked, and not to knock. It wasn’t locked and I walked into a darkened living room with the hall directly across the from the front door completely barricaded with a dirty mechanics blanket. There was a hole lined with duct tape at an appropriate height, and a after a moment an impatient tap on the other side of the blanket. Intensely curious I stepped forward and again absorbed my surroundings. The blanket tapped a second time impatiently. Making a decision, I laughed again, turning and walking out the door. I had an amused grin as I passed the blonde girl, still smoking on the street. I hadn’t been surprised as I got close and could smell the unwashed ass of the guy on the other side of the blanket. I hadn’t been surprised smelling man musk. It may have caused me problems in life having a sensitive nose, but I’ve learned to be grateful for it. A lot of these guys setting these places up get sweaty and stink. They might do better if they showered more often.


I had to give him credit tho. Hiring a meth head to stand outside his house directing random people was clever.