tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411053773901491220.post8994578427100008519..comments2009-06-09T00:57:20.192-05:00Herr Blind Metzgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193069746217071071noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411053773901491220.post-13979298074825424692009-06-09T00:44:18.573-05:002009-06-09T00:44:18.573-05:00My band Novox had a show in Lake Charles once and after the gig whilst completely shitfaced, we ventured to the casino. Kyle wanted to gamble but I didn&#39;t have any money so he handed me a five. It wasn&#39;t long before I realized that there were no tables in this place, only slots. The collective ringing of thousands of slot machines is an auditory assault like I&#39;ve never had. It seemed to get louder when I realized there were no cards or card dealers, or dice, or roulette. We all played slots for awhile and the whole effect is so mind numbing and Haloperidol-like. Long story short- Kyle passed out in the lobby and I kept getting accosted for trying to take pictures inside and then having to delete them. It was Vegas times shitty.baleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099003317026447807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411053773901491220.post-2730549540903584872009-06-08T10:24:21.543-05:002009-06-08T10:24:21.543-05:00Crazy stuff man. Look forward to the fight report.<br /><br />My brother once road shotgun to New Orleans with a girl who freaked out on the the first bridge they crossed. Got really nervous, started cussing, slowed down to 15mph, got shakey. He was like &quot;what is it!? what is it!?&quot; They got over the bridge and she says &quot;oh I&#39;m okay now, I just can&#39;t stand bridges.&quot; Uh oh.Mr. Lost His Wayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266302954855712342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411053773901491220.post-82432852734642673962009-06-07T23:06:23.052-05:002009-06-07T23:06:23.052-05:00Holy crap. Well, I told you that I get beat up a lot. I was thinking west and Austin when I wrote that sentence. <br /><br />Actually, things are so ass-backwards there that it actually was west once we crossed state lines. <br /><br />Also, I&#39;m retarded. You in?Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04325263661161083853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411053773901491220.post-80173676230536755492009-06-07T22:52:57.363-05:002009-06-07T22:52:57.363-05:00Great post, thanks. It&#39;s nice to read about the madness that is Louisiana, and it&#39;s even better to hear it second-hand instead of seeing it for myself. Plus, you&#39;re right, I am jealous you got to see Vicki without me. <br /><br />One small thing - Louisiana is east of Houston!John Cramerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16193069746217071071noreply@blogger.com