I find myself, sometimes, missing the pleasantness of a city that actually appears to sleep. Las Vegas is always far too bright for my liking, but it is a good city to get involved with the hotel business.
How do you all handle the bright lights of Las Vegas, out of curiosity?
It does feel good to be back in Vegas, even if the heat in the summer here is unbearable at best for a Brit since it's so dry. Thank goodness there's the hotel pool here to cool off; probably one of the best benefits of living at the hotel. I was lucky enough to get my old suite back. Seems they thought I'd be coming back.
You still around here, somewhere? Still head of security? Do you know if we're doing anything at The Wynn for the fourth of July? That's a fairly big holiday here, right?
And what happens when we're dealing with a psychopath?
[A minute later.] I don't even mean the kind with a proclivity for cutting up puppies or anything like that. I'm talking straightforward, nonsensical crazypants, someone from a whacked-out world and absolutely zero sense of their own reality (beyond duplicities and pretty words). What. Happens. To us, to them - do we find a way to coexist, or can they be rehabilitated? Do we try? Do we bother?
Okay, somebody had better start talking. Because if this is another game from Mr. Hat and Clogs, I really am not in the mood and was kind of in the middle of, you know, something important. Which he should very well know, damn it. Like I really need another voice inside my head. I'm sure everyone already thinks I'm crazy.