A street side conversation  in the City of Sin _ Royal Hopper

A street side conversation in the City of Sin _ Royal Hopper

It’s not for the Money

By Royal Hopper

It is a typical week in the City of Sin. The sun was hot. The tourists plentiful and the weirdness all around.
As you drive down the sinful streets of Sin City you notice a considerably overweight man striding down the boulevard shirtless ..his purple and gold jogging pants hanging down well below his generous waistline showing off to public eyes what none of them want to see.

Mickie Ds in the afternoon in the City of Sin_ by Royal Hopper

Mickie Ds in the afternoon in the City of Sin_ by Royal Hopper

Later in the week a woman with wrapped up like a Bedouin stood outside a Las Vegas complex occasionally looking at her watch like an impatient commuter while an SUV with Arizona tags drove down the boulevard with a camera on a stick ..poking through the sun roof as publicity shy City of Sin Citizens (Sinners) suddenly began slowing down top avoid the camera.
Gangs of tattooed tough women filled the City of Sin in preparation for this years Sin City Roller Derby Tournament.. . . And then there was L.

Lets talk about Ella and the dream of peace and prosperity.

Picture a place where there was daily fighting between armies desperate to kill each other _ where finding bodies in pieces on the ground from the previous nights fighting was a routine thing.
That is the place in El Salvador, a woman I recently talked to in a Sin City hotel _ lets call her Ella _ ( not her name and not even close) said she grew up and the reason she came to the City of Sin.

Just because the light was perfect _ Royal Hopper

Just because the light was perfect _ Royal Hopper

L told me she remembers the way her grandfather, a colonel in the army of this far flung exotic land, looked and smelled in his uniform. He warned her to stay away because when the alarm sounded it meant the enemy was coming.

She never said what became of her grandfather but she made it to the US a her dream of working in a grand hotel in a land of relative peace.

Aside from keeping her daughter out of a local gang, a fight so intense it nearly cost her the custody of children. The trip to the City of Sin was worth all the heartache and trouble. She is proud to be an American and a Sinner ( Las Vegan) proud to work hard for the people who helped her stay here where the dream came true and where her children are living the American dream thanks to a hard working, fearless mother.

After listening to her story as she walked away I determined that Ella was the quintessential American dream or one of the best Bull Shi* artists. I have heard in a long time.

Standing a reading. The latest Sin City craze ??? by Royal Hopper

Standing a reading. The latest Sin City craze ??? by Royal Hopper

Either way she is a perfect for the City of Sin a city that welcomes survivors, drama queens and BS artists with equal facility.
Sometimes we herein the City of Sin forget how lucky most of us are. That’s life in the City of Sin.
Take Care Sinners
Love you all

Father and son shopping????by Royal Hopper

Father and son shopping????by Royal Hopper

There is an old saying that goes something like Vegas is where old acts go to die. There is something about the City of Sin that makes people relive their glory days and sometime makes them believe they are in the glory days. If you pay attention you see it everywhere. Performers made up with inches of make up, gamblers dressed in the clothes of their youth and tourists dancing to tunes that were old when 

Sunny afternoon in Vegas - Photo by Royal Hopper

Sunny afternoon in Vegas – Photo by Royal Hopper

Van Halen was a hot new So Cal Rock act.

The energy of drama and looking good in desert sun

By Royal Hopper

You see a man walking down the street with a broad brimmed straw hat, head bent down under the glare of the oppressive desert sun _ his colorful black and yellow Hawaiian shirt flapping in the blast furnace summer wind of southern Nevada.
The man’s back is bent perhaps from a lifetime spent on his feet and his cargo rigged shorts haven’t been “In” since 1987 or so. Walking is an effort. He is not homeless or desperate just one of the millions of Sin City denizens. The man, lets call him Hawaiian shirt guy, is tired and worn down. He has seen better days.

Walking down the road of life. There were better days - Royal Hopper

Walking down the road of life. There were better days – Royal Hopper

Most days Sinners (residents of Sin City living her by choice) like me would barely notice a guy like this as we make the daily commute to work but something about him on this oppressive summer day catches the eye of bystanders.

The man stops perhaps suddenly realizing people are watching raises his hand to look at his stylish watch and then looks around confirming that passersby are watching him.

He straightens up with some effort and begins walking picking up his pace as he steps onto a crosswalk at an intersection. You can almost hear the obsolete golden oldie dance tunes playing as Hawaiian shirt guy shaking his head and body to some half remembered tune from his glory days steps up the pace of his dancing walk.

If only for moment he looks years younger soaking in the momentary attention as he “Be-bops” down the sidewalk of a Sin City back road. The light changes. Commuters step on the gas and continue on their to or home from work. Pedestrians turn their heads back down the sidewalk and continue on their way.

Hawaiian Shirt guy slumps as he realizes the attention he put the show on for is gone. He takes a deep breath stands a little straighter and continues on his way. The brief moment in the sun has energized him. For a moment he is again that man who drew every eye in the room to him when he walked in and the memory has made his day.

Vegas baby - Royal Hopper

Vegas baby – Royal Hopper

Vegas is full of drama queens who live for the attention of their fellow Sinners, those that live vicariously through them and those that serve as the audience. Who just take it all in. Who drink in the sights and sounds of the neon jungle that is Sin City sigh and go to work every day in the City of Sin.

Ciao Sinners

Love you guys

discarded barbecue grill _ Royal Hopper

discarded barbecue grill _ Royal Hopper

Summer is here Sinners _ Royal Hopper

Summer is here Sinners _ Royal Hopper

The Liver is Evil or Noise Bright Lights and Nervous Dogs

By Royal Hopper

“The liver is evil,“ read the saying on the T-shirt of a man sitting at gaming table with a drink in his hand.. . .

“The liver is evil,” the T-shirt said. “It must be punished.”

You look like you need a hug Sinners. This guy did.._ Royal Hopper

You look like you need a hug Sinners. This guy did.._ Royal Hopper

Shortly after that a woman skipped across the floor of a local casino with a beer in each hand.

On the 4th of July People drank, gambled, swore and had rendezvous with people they did not know sometimes got into fights. In other words it was a lot like any weekend in the City of Sin. It was business as usual.

There is no city in world that has a more casual attitude to the juice of fermented fruit and grain as the City of Sin and no more fans louder about stating their love of the chemical known as ethanol.

I once had a conversation with a man who had a drink in each hand. He stepped up to me with an intense and questioning look on his face forming a question in his mind. As is proper in the modern customer service oriented business environment in the City of Sin I asked.. “My name is Royal. How can I help you?”

Remember this guy Sinners _ Royal Hopper

Remember this guy Sinners _ Royal Hopper

The man who was wearing an oddly mismatched collection of clothing including what I hope was his wife’s tiara and his sons cartoon T Shirt ( Big Bird I think) looked at me with an intensity difficult to describe.

“I.m sorry I didn’t catch your name,” I asked fully prepared for the classic junior high comeback ..”That’s because I didn’t throw it.”

Instead the man waved his finger a bit at me and then shook his head in triumph as if he had scored some big points in the debate he was certain we were having.

“I have to go. If there is something I can do just let me know. Have a good man ..good luck,” I said being as helpful as his limited conversation would allow.

“All right then,” he muttered shaking his head in triumph at the debate that had apparently occurred in his head. A few minutes later the man was seen a drink in each hand staring at another guest who looked over at me and shrugged.

I shrugged back and smiled in the universal Sin City sign language for “I don’t know.. . .tourist Bro’”

Sidewalk drama in the City of Sin--Sinners _ Royal Hopper

Sidewalk drama in the City of Sin–Sinners _ Royal Hopper

I have three dogs..One is called Reddy. Reddy hates holiday fireworks so much so much she jumped in the shower while it was running to escape the noise she hates and fears.

She is a lovable, slightly neurotic Emo red head mess. Because she has a circle of black fur around her eyes we call her our little Goth Dog. Every noise _ every stranger makes her bark and when the firework for this July 4th. She actually jumped in the shower when it was running as my wife was showering before work She refused to lave the safety of the shower. Kuma is a dopy, happy American Bull Dog we saved from a local shelter. She is afraid of nothing and utterly clueless about the dangers around her.

In the dog world Kuma is the winner because she is too clueless to be worried. Reddy is adorable and loving pet but she is a mess in the dog world. In the City of Sin Reddy is a survivor because she notices everything and warns it away.

A Sinners takes a walk _ Royal Hopper

A Sinners takes a walk _ Royal Hopper

In a way July 4 is the perfect holiday for the City of Sin. Bright colors loud noises and lots of alcohol. Now that this year’s Fourth is fading from the alcohol laden minds of a City known for its short memory. Not a damn thing has changed.

It just life in the City of Sin Bro’ every day
I hope you had a glorious or serene July 4th whatever suits your inner Sin,,,,, Sinner.

Take care Sinners

The City of Sin on a summers day _ Royal Hopper

The City of Sin on a summers day _ Royal Hopper

Sitting on the steps in the City of Sin- Royal Hopper

Sitting on the steps in the City of Sin- Royal Hopper

Money is Sin City, Sin City is Money

By Royal Hopper
There are rules in the City of Sin. Always look both ways crossing the street when the police are chasing you.. . . . . Never take a girl with three false names to your hotel room _ if you don’t have money stay in Idaho and don’t come to Vegas run out of money and fall asleep on the sidewalk when it is 106 degrees in the shade.

One of many sidewalk sleepers seen in the City of Sin last week _ Royal Hopper

One of many sidewalk sleepers seen in the City of Sin last week _ Royal Hopper

The other day I saw a man lying on the ground on Las Vegas Boulevard. He was half dressed and unmoving _ his dirty blue button up blowing in the wind as his unmoving body sprawled on the gray concrete of the Sin City sidewalk. For a split second I thought he was dead, one of the victims of Sin City you seldom hear much about in the news. The ones found in hotel rooms, in bars and yes in hotel rooms.

Then my Sin City BS detector clicked on and I realized he was like just drunk and sans money for a hotel room _ he was as the old song goes sleeping on the sidewalk..

There is a phenomenon perhaps not exclusive to the City of Sin but certainly more noticeable. People who come here sometimes just flop down on a convenient section of Sin City sidewalk or landscaped corner and sprawl on the ground in plain sight of passersby and the local constabulary and directly under the glare of the harsh desert sun.

A City of Sin sidewalk sitter - Royal Hopper

A City of Sin sidewalk sitter – Royal Hopper

For whatever reason this time of year you see people laying on the grass flat out unconscious some of them dirty and hopeless some in expensive shoes and recently cleaned $ 150 shorts _ all just sleeping on the ground.

Down the block a couple laid on a section of landscaped grass a few yards apart their possessions in a pile against a nearby light pole the male flopper had propped himself up. Heading further into the suburbs you see the three amigos. Three bearded ner do wells in their usual spot drinking beer and toasting the sunrise and waving at commuters as they drive by.
Three more floppers are sitting on sidewalks as you head down Tropicana further into suburbia. Just another day in the City of Sin, just another commute home from the comfortable neon salt mines called casinos that dot the City of Sin’s highways and byways.

walking in the City of Sin - Royal Hopper

walking in the City of Sin – Royal Hopper

Just another day in the City of Sin
Take Care Sinners

Love You guys

lounging at a Sin City bus stop - Royal Hopper

lounging at a Sin City bus stop – Royal Hopper

As much a part of the landscape as casinos and cocktails _ photo by Royal Hopper

As much a part of the landscape as casinos and cocktails _ photo by Royal Hopper

The Daisy Chain and you have what you bring

By Royal Hopper

Lets start this weeks missive off with a test . . . . .

They are coming man ..they are _ Photo by Royal Hopper

They are coming man ..they are _ Photo by Royal Hopper

Las Vegas is a happy place full of rainbows and unicorns and pretty girls who love ugly poor guys where nothing bad ever happens .ever and you can walk down the street naked without a worry or care ..yaaaaaaaayyyy yaaaaaayyyy yaaaaaayyyy..

Sin City baby ... all about the Fairy Tale - Photo by Royal Hopper

Sin City baby … all about the Fairy Tale – Photo by Royal Hopper

True or false ?? No really true or false
No of course not dumbass Las Vegas is a dangerous place dedicated to decadence, wealth and making money for guys named Biff and Little Jimmy and the Proton group. The daisy chain came to the City of Sin once again this .. . . . Ravers from all of North America descended on Sin City..

They danced half naked _ dressed like Indians, Pirates giant anthropomorphic cats and Anime characters named something that doesn’t translate particularly well and people all over the city stopped as the daisy chain was passing by and said .. . . “oh look naked people in costume . . . . again I wonder whats for lunch. . . .”

This city is built on mass produced decadence and illusions of uniqueness hundreds of half naked dancing the stoned night away barely warranted a second look or to paraphrase Anne Rice’s famous vampire hero. .. The City of Sin already fed on the blood of the innocent ..Our precense there barely stirred a whisper. I always loved that line .

The bright colors of summer _ photo by Royal Hopper

The bright colors of summer _ photo by Royal Hopper

When you come to Vegas you will have exactly what you bring with you.. If you are a drunk you will be a drunk surrounded by cheap and plentiful alcohol. If you are a horn dog you will be in a city full of pros and horny cougars with time to waste and your girlfriend or soon to be ex wife will be surrounded by good looking professional liars and pick up artists.

Vegas will not make you badder or better looking and except for a few of the more talented professional gamblers ..it will not make you richer.

If you are constantly battling Mr Ganja I promise you someone in your hotel has a truck load of it. Vegas does not change who you are. Chances are unless you are actually one of those rare talents the casinos are always chasing away if you are broke when you arrive you will be broke when you leave. It doesn’t create the demons inside you but it does often let them out to play.

The sign says it all _ Photo by Royal Hopper

The sign says it all _ Photo by Royal Hopper

To the dude walking down the street dressed like Cochise with the X-babe clinging to his arm. “Dude you do know that when she stops tripping and figures out what planet you are on ..shes going to ditch you. You know that right. Is that right ..Is that justice ..Is that the fairy tale you were sold when you booked this vacation..

No..but it is life in the City of Sin
Take care Sinners
Love you all

Dude the Village People are not cliche _ photo by Royal Hopper

Dude the Village People are not cliche _ photo by Royal Hopper

It is called the City of Sin for a reason by Royal Hopper

It is called the City of Sin for a reason by Royal Hopper

The Logic of Sin ..City that is

By Royal Hopper
A man walks down the middle of the street his hands cupped his back bent a poorly affected look of desperation on his weather beaten face.
One might guess that he is so poor that he cant afford a piece of cardboard and a marker to make a sign saying something about ninjas having stolen his wallet and he needs karate lessons to get it back or even the famous “Hungry, Homeless anything helps” standard.

Sin baby Sin by Royal Hopper

Sin baby Sin by Royal Hopper

In the modern corporate Sin City_ it seems, even bums pinch pennies for cost efficiency. Why spend dough on a sign and pen when you have hands and junior high drama class acting lessons.

This week lets talk about parties. There are certain rules to having a party in the confines of a Sin City hotel.

1.) You have to tell the hotel you are having the party. I just invited a few friends over to watch movies and someone broke out the cocaine simply will not do.

2.) Do not post the party on Facebook and make sure you have room for the people who are invited. Hotel rooms are made for six or seven people at most a even dozen if it is an average suite.. Many more than that and you will probably be asked to leave and will likely be felt up buy the strange cross dressing genderless figure who snuck in with his sister/brother/cousin Fred.

3) Do not start group chants that echo through the hallways of the hotel you are staying in ..This is crazy and will get you kicked out ..and don’t shout random quotes from horror movies or cheers from your high school football days as words like “kill em all kill em all dead dead dead.will probably get you evicted and/or arrested and put im the same cell with guys who have long conversations with Elvis and other people who have been dead for 30 years.

a jogger _ Royal Hopper

a jogger _ Royal Hopper

4) Lastly put some damn clothes on before you leave the room ..even in Las Vegas walking around a casino in your underwear and bathrobe is a little crazy.. . . .

That’s life in the City of Sin

Take care Sinners

by Royal Hopper

by Royal Hopper

Tattoo truck being towed by Royal Hopper

Tattoo truck being towed by Royal Hopper

A growing problem in the City of Sin drunken bicycling _ Royal Hopper

A growing problem in the City of Sin drunken bicycling _ Royal Hopper

Entitled Decadence

By Royal Hopper
A bearded man holding a sign screams for all he is worth as he stands on the median of a busy Sin City Boulevard pointing at the sign he holds and then at the cars driving past him. Then he screams again and points again and screams again. He is intoxicated crazy and he will not be ignored by people who are on their way to work and other unnecessary things.

Early on another morning in the City of Sin a man stumbles across a suburban crosswalk. He is bleary eyed and uncertain but well dressed and the experienced Sin City eye can tell this man has been wrestling with Mr. jack Daniels most of the long hot desert day and night. He is stumbling back toward his residence perhaps deprived of his keys by an alert bartender or security guard.

say cheese _ Royal Hopper

say cheese _ Royal Hopper

He stops in the middle of the crosswalk staring down at the object in his hand uncertain of why it is making noise and traffic on the busy city street stops at that intersection because motorists waiting to turn off the busy road are waiting for him to stop staring at his cell phone and step off the crosswalk. He smiles at the cars and actually attempts to answer his cell phone.

There is a certain kind of entitled decadence in the City of Sin. It is as if some people _ because they are in Las Vegas believe with all their heart it is okay to be a drunken idiot. It is okay to crazy and not care. Its okay. The world will wait while I stand in the middle of road.. Holding a sign and shouting. It will wait while I stumble across an intersection fighting a loosing battle with ethanol babbling on my cell phone ..It will wait. It will.,.. It will wait.

This feeling of entitled decadence seems to cross all lines of wealth and class. It is the seeming motto of the modern day City of Sin. I’m drunk, I’m crazy and I am an asshole (pardon my language but it had to be said) and there is nothing you can do about it.

A Lady and a box _ Royal Hopper

A Lady and a box _ Royal Hopper

It makes old guys like me and my wife curse under our breath and restrain ourselves from gunning the accelerator as various idiots stumble across the road or walk blissfully out into traffic with a smile on their face or a sign in their hands.. What does it mean ? Not a damn thing man.. It is just life in the City of Sin..

Take Care Fellow Sinners
Love you all

Jogger Report

Later still in the week a woman was engaging in the City of Sins latest trend in physical fitness Drunk Jogging . That’s when you are _ you know drunk or stoned .. . . . . . . . An begin jogging down the street for know reason in particular.

She started stumbling down a Sin City back street and then stopped and decided she had to get where she was going in a hurry and ran down the boulevard like a seasoned jogger who had wrestled with Jack Daniels all night and lost. She was obviously not sure of where she was going but seemed sure she would get there faster if she jogged.

dumpster diving early in the Morning - Royal Hopper

dumpster diving early in the Morning – Royal Hopper

no this way wild hair guy _ Royal Hopper

no this way wild hair guy _ Royal Hopper