Vegas is...

Tacky, kitschy and all wrong. It's also great fun if you don't tend to view everything as a significant sign of the decline of society. Although the Libertarian in me says people should be able to gamble wherever they want, part of me thinks it was just a bit cooler when this was the only place you could go do do it in style. But I know that cool simpler time that we all imagine existed never really did exist at all. What that has to do with my fun-freakin'-tastic vacation at Comic-Con, pardon VERY IMPORTANT BUSINESS TRIP, I do not know. But I think we shall have to come back here at least once a year. The plane tickets are all worked out. Maricel has a ticket to Ohio on the same flight as me. I have packed and bubble wrapped my purchases and Fed-Exed them home ahead of me. Mom says Weezer had a setback, whatever that means. I was right about the weed, they did a tox screen. Smoking? Smoking? Make some damn brownies you pothead! But that would probably mean another small fire. Then Mom said, "Brian opened his eyes when they told him you weren't mad at him."
Probably because he knew it was a load of crap. But I'll talk to him when I get home and beat him up when he's recovered. What happens in Vegas is definitely not staying in Vegas.

See you in the funny papers...
Simon Wolfe

Sorry kids, I seem to have forgotten 'bout ya...

I know I've been a neglectful blogger. But I have been otherwise occupied.

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Simon's got a girlfriend and a very sick cousin. I had a bad night last night.
I kept dreaming about him not being able to breathe. Maricel says she has some
problems with nightmares. She dreams that her dad is at their old house and
that he's been waiting for her all these years or that her mother is still alive and
she's forgotten to take care of her for months and months. If he dies, I'll kill him.