Flight at 11:15…  thought it was at 10:15, so took both my pills at 9:15 but already had one in me in at 8:30 in anticipation of San Diego Airport security theater fail.I am Hunter S. Thompson in the Circus Circus hotel… I am drinking grapefruit and soda in the bar… a cop waddles by and I suddenly smell bacon… but realize it is from the restaurant behind me… Three girls in head-to-toe black, hair tied with silver bows all dance past me in unison… a giant Marine in full combat regalia is having a bad argument, crying into a tiny cell phone… a small guy with horned-rimmed glasses, expensive suit and shoes, with a yakuza-size dragon tattoo wrapping around his neck like a scarf… army boys and girls all around me in the bar (see photo)…
Whenever I open my eyes and look around, there is a lot to see.
