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The Perfect Friend in the City of Sin

 

By Royal Hopper 

 

A woman smiles and turns toward her companion, smiles and pat her on the back as she shovels another dollar bill into the one armed bandit she has been sitting in front of for some time.

The companion returns the smile after a fashion the comedic smirk frozen on its face as the woman shovels another bill into the machine and pats her brightly colored friend on the head and smiles at people who are beginning to star at them.

The perfect photo for Modern Vegas - Royal

The perfect photo for Modern Vegas – Royal

Her friend is thin and two dimensional. In fact it is as thin as cardboard. It is a cardboard cut out sitting beside the woman who is shoveling bills into the slot machine in front of her, the words gymnast is written across the crayon colored cardboard. I guess the one sure way to make sure your companion doesn’t talk back to you or interrupt you when you are gambling is to make sure they don’t talk or cant talk. Maybe she just wanted to reassure those looking on that she had quality friends and writing gymnast across the cardboard gambler made sure of that.

Still the woman with the crayon colored companion was essentially gentle unlike the man and I use the word regretfully who punched his newly minted wife in the face under the glare of the 100 or so video cameras that populate most casinos in the modern Vegas world. The cops were called of course as is the law in these situations and the man went to jail for a 12 hour vacation as he should have.

its another tequila sunrise _ Royal Hopper

its another tequila sunrise _ Royal Hopper

The woman later claimed that she didn’t remember being hit in the face and asked if the whole thing could just be forgotten.

“I never should have gotten married,” she said. Later she was picked up and carried to her room so intoxicated she could not remember what city she was in and had been laying on top of another intoxicated individual at a bar in the middle of a casino in full view of every one and the world.

There is something about the approach of summer in the City of Sin and consuming large amounts of alcohol that makes people believe they are younger, smarter, prettier and much more interesting than they are. Maybe it’s the sea of neon the hordes of scantily clad women men and otherwise ..maybe it is the reputation or the hype of Sin City but something in the air here makes people believe they are somehow important and can do whatever they please and that in a city full of video surveillance no one will notice.

When is this light going to change _ Rpyal Hopper

When is this light going to change _ Rpyal Hopper

I imagine that is exactly what the man sitting by a slot machine next to his much older mother was informed that since he was not 21-years of age he would have to leave the casino. His answer .. . . . . “but I am with my mother.”

I think I will try that cardboard thing. If I place a cardboard cut out near me when I am gambling and write Bikini model across it in crayon ..do you think people will buy it.
That’s life in the City of Sin
Take Care Sinners

 

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Monday Morning in the City of Sin

 

By Royal Hopper  

 
“Do you know where I am?” the man in the red ball cap asked the casino security guards as he stumbled through the gaining Sin City icon of unapologetic decadence.

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The man, who was clad in a odd assemblage of free give away shirts hats and jackets and brightly colored wear at beach Capri style pants sold in most Sin City gift shops looked confused when the casinos designated order keepers answered with a question.

“What room are you looking for sir?” the guard answered with a practiced politeness born of years of experience in the industry and an old school southern upbringing.

“What?” the man answered repeating the guards tactic of answering a question with a question. “Well, the guard answered stalling for a moment to come up with a polite answer to the question/answer. “We have several towers and you are in the middle of casino right now. If you tell me your room I can get you to the right one,” he answered smiling politely. It had been a long night, a long shift in the Sin City order keepers job full of drunken trouble makers and down home politeness was all he could manage.

“What?” was all the man could manage again looking around obviously completely unsure of where he was. After several rounds of answering questions with questions the man eventually gained enough composure to relate that the last thing he remembered was being in his car on the Interstate outside of Needles, California until he woke up half an hour ago in this strange confusing place full of slot machine black jack tables free alcohol and hookers named Dakota Skylark. a guy on scooter

About that time the man’s friend walked up rolling his eyes at the man and reassuring the guard he would make sure his friend got back to his room got some rest and took his medicine before heading out to spend his vacation money on dollar black jack and a long held bucket list goal of buying a souvenir from every gift shop on the Las Vegas strip. It was Monday Morning.

Later as many of us Sinners (Las Vegans) were driving home we noticed police cars blocking off several lanes along the half block corridor in front of one Sin City apartment complex on Tropicana Avenue.. A car had veered off the road going fast enough to completely take out several yards of the cinder block fence blocking the complex off from the road a pieces of the cinder block barrier for many more dozens of yards.
A passing motorists unable to take his eyes off the wreck while stopped in traffic looked at the police officer writing the paperwork on scene and shrugged his shoulder in askance. The officer who looked to be a veteran of many years working a beat in the City of Sin shrugged his shoulders in return and looked at the wreck in professionally frustrated manner and then shrugged slightly again. It was late Monday morning.

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Still later in the day a man is seen dozing on a sidewalk bench his mouth open his still open eyes rolled back in his head as passersby gather around the man likely trying to decide whether they should call the police or Paramedics. The man shook his head stood up and checked his watch tossing a beer bottle and an empty paper coffee cup in the trash and took off his windbreaker. Underneath it was a uniform. He was apparently late for work.
There is something about your first day of the work week that is familiar to everyone. There are some things about Mondays in Sin City that are just like everywhere else and in some ways.
In many ways Monday mornings like most of life in the City of Sin is much different than in any other place in the country.

Take Care Fellow Sinners

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Elvis Slept here ..He did I swear ...Royal Hopper

Elvis Slept here ..He did I swear …Royal Hopper

The Were Idiot stalks the City of Sin

By Royal Hopper

In one part of the City of Sin a woman bites down with all her might on the plastic shrubbery in one of that casinos fancier artificial landscapes.  She tells the people who come to stop her that the forces of Mordor are right behind her.

In another section of the City of Sin a man with a dish towel wrapped around his head sits down calmly at a slot machines and begins mumbling “magic words” at it as he calmly tries to force it accept the Walgreens coupons he holds as cash and then points at his watch and screams more magic words at the machine as it for some reason remains silent and judgmental.

A famous Sin City cowboy - Royal Hopper

A famous Sin City cowboy – Royal Hopper

Finally on a Sin City backstreet a man in costume accosts a man twice his size steals the mans paper bag and runs out into traffic having just committed a felony and nearly been killed for what looks like a half eaten hamburger. The bad ass he stole the burger from more confused and amused than angry walks away shaking his head.

All across the casino world a new kind of creature is roaming the byways and hallways of the City of Sin under the bright glare of the full moon.
Ordinary men and women by the light of day these creatures of the night are transformed by the pale reflected light on the moon into a devilish form of not dead beings of pure .evil..alcohol, insanity and polyester.

Sleeping in the chair _ Royal Hopper

Sleeping in the chair _ Royal Hopper

The season of the Were idiot has arrived in full force.
The Were Idiot is making its mark in Sin City..That’s right I said Were idiots .You know about werewolves and we have talked about were cats. The were idiot is the real threat to Las Vegas and they cant be kept at bay with silver or garlic and they don’t glow in the dark.

There is something in the City of Sin _ in the water maybe _ that makes normally functional people act like complete dingbats with the rise of moon and the falling of night or in the day or in between for that matter.

by Royal Hopper

by Royal Hopper

People of Sin City lets put our heads together and find a way to drive back the were idiots before the disease sweeps this city and endangers us all.
That’s Life in the City of Sin

Take Care Sinners

Broke Please Help _ Royal Hopper

Broke Please Help _ Royal Hopper

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Flag Up in the morning _ Royal Hopper

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Walking in the rain _ Royal Hopper

The Controversy of Charity

By Royal Hopper
The casino was full of the usual cast of half dressed characters. An old guy in the Dicso Rules outfit clothes being hit on by a chick who was way of his league 20 years ago, the guy with the tri colored Mohawk and a leather vest talking to his dig and giving the poor beast sips of his alcoholic drink.

Jogger by Royal Hopper

Jogger by Royal Hopper

the six foot tall was he now a she, the foreigner in his underwear confused why people were telling him to put some clothes on and the horde of discount coupon carrying locals looking for a discounts and love in all the wrong places and Cookie Monster playing slots right next to her girlfriend who her big bird T shirt with pride. As you can imagine locals here don’t get surprised often but there are times there jaded minds are stymied by a genuine dilemma.

Guy on escalator - Royal Hopper

Guy on escalator – Royal Hopper

As she approached the dusty time stained elevator a young woman, a girl next door type with

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jet in the morning – Royal Hopper

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by Royal Hopper

confused.
As part of his duty in a alysssas cookies tenatove adcustomer service sort of way the security officer who was also approaching the elevator smiled and as the elevator door closed inquired how her vacation was going. Neither of them noticed the man in the leather skirt belching to their left.

City at Night - Royal Hopper

City at Night – Royal Hopper

“It was fine until today,” she said somehow willing to talk to the older man she didn’t know about something that was bothering her. She looked at the security officer a mature man with a salt and pepper goatee and a gravelly East Texas Gulf Coast drawl.

“My husband,” she said her words monetarily choked with emotion and difficult to understand. She could have said boyfriend or father. But I think it was husband. “He was going to throw away his shoes anyway and her got upset because I was going to give them to a homeless man,” she said still struggling with the emotion of the memory of the conversation she had had with her man.

“He was going to throw them away anyway,” she repeated holding back the emotion perhaps out of courtesy or Mid Western pride.

The guard was speechless unsure of what to say and his southern upbringing making him certain anything he did say would be out of bounds .. .. “I’m sorry,” was all he could think to say his accent deepening with the effort the elevator opened on his floor and he stepped out of the elevator past two giggling reprobates dressed like the Abbie character from NCIS.

good morning - Royal Hopper

good morning – Royal Hopper

She seemed forgiving at his loss for words being equally speechless and they parted agreeing while being streetwise is necessary in the City of Sin being cruel without cause is childish and unnecessary.. It is something the man who was arrested after he got angry at being told not to lay on the ground muttering to himself could have heeded.

It has been said that the culture in this country is split, divided in attitude and approach to life. Some see the world as a hard place where charity is a moral weakness and others still see being kind simply because you can as an ultimate truth. . . . One side believes in the phrase party like a Rock Star boasting leather and lace at every opportunity the other conducts itself with almost painful dignity. . . . . And then there are French fries.

The divide often fueled by disputes as simple as which party to go to is so intense at times that it is reason to argue with the one you love and even come to blows.

It was a long week in the City of Sin. Mom and Pop drank to much, Junior got rolled by a girl named Dakota and alternative life style choices stayed the week end and ordered out. There were as the tag line from the Drag Net TV a show goes million stories in the naked city and this was one of them.

Take Care fellow Sinners

Rock On

sunrise on Paradise _ Royal Hopper

sunrise on Paradise _ Royal Hopper

Improv in the City if Sin or Theater of the absurd

By Royal Hopper

The man at the craps table looked intense as he adjusted the straps on his black and gold pajamas/housecoat and calculated his next bet. The more dignified gamblers at the table the ones with a beer in each hand and a blue hat the size of Montana look concerned as Pajama guy decides on a hard seven and throws his cash on the table.

the city at night _ Royal Hopper

the city at night _ Royal Hopper

The crowd of onlookers begins to cheer and shout and sing an English drinking song as their gambling hero lays his money on the table. Boldness it seems is appreciated in the City of Sin. The intensity of the crowd’s cheering reaches a fever pitch echoing through the dull moldy smoke filled air of the ancient Rat Pack era casino. The roar of the crowd peaks drawing the attention of the week end casino crowd as the pajama clad man perhaps urged on by the drunken cheers of the assembled crowd pulls out another bill and throws it in the table shouting hard seven again.

The roaring just as suddenly stops when Pit Boss announces there is no such thing as a hard seven bet and the man was actually standing at a black jack table.
Nearby a man wearing a dress is accosted by a drunken gambler who mistakes him for a working girl and is menaced again by the management of the working girl who is talking up a homely middle aged guy from Nebraska clothed in a made in a sweat shop in Malaysia poly cotton ensemble perhaps thinking that this he/she is competition for his stable of trick rolling beauties named April May Jones.

Point of Order: Naked Truth.. .

by  Royal Hopper

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Royal Hopper

In Vegas we like to wear clothes. There are a lot of things that are done better naked sleeping, making babies, swimming in a mountain lake after an hour of hiking ( I don’t want talk about it). Dancing in a bathroom full of tourists isn’t one of them, nor is chasing door pushers (thieves who push on doors to see if one is open) down a hotel hallway and reciting free verse poetry to invisible aliens is right out.

Las Vegas is the worlds biggest free standing theater of the absurd improv. It is where the truly ordinary people of the world come to pretend they are interesting and where the freaks of the world come to let their Freak flags fly and where there is an operator around every corner waiting to steal something form you or sell you something you don’t need and that is against the law.
The better places in the City of Sin insist on a dress code and insist that their freaks take a bath and don’t panhandle from players but in the end it is just a better class of Freaks and wannabe freaks. A freak in Armani is still a freak and a wannabe . . . . Etc etc et al ad nausea

6.25 by Royal Hopper

6.25 by Royal Hopper

Part of the not so delicate psyche of the City of Sin is still holding on the Romantic notion of the good old days ..when underneath the violence and exploitation of innocence that occurs everyday there is somehow a nugget of nobility in this marvelously dysfunctional city .. . . No there really isn’t. The City of Sin is what it is. We want to believe there is something noble under the patina of alcohol, sex, gambling and greed. We want to believe human flaws cease to exist when they occur in a building listed on the stock exchange gut it just aint true.
It rained in the City of Sin this week. The hookers got and bums came indoors, the gamblers gambled, the drinkers drunk .._ the hustlers hustled. People lived, people died and urban myth said Elvis was spotted on Paradise betting a three team parlay with his poodle and a guy named Biafra.

That’s life in the City of Sin.

morning on the Strip - Royal Hopper

morning on the Strip – Royal Hopper

Take Care fellow Sinners

Rock on

in the morning - By Royal Hopper

in the morning – By Royal Hopper

Point of Order

If you are under 21 you don’t belong in a casino or in a bar period.

NRS 463.350
http://gaming.nv.gov/modules/showdocument.aspx?documentid=6233 casino charged with allowing a minor to gamble

https://www.leg.state.nv.us/NRS/NRS-202.html
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES

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Boulder Highway 2 _ Royal Hopper

Boulder Highway 2 _ Royal Hopper

Boulder Highway baby _ Royal Hopper

Boulder Highway baby _ Royal Hopper

Morning sunrise in the City of Sin by Royal Hopper

Morning sunrise in the City of Sin by Royal Hopper

You got to Go

by Royal Hopper

A co worker of mine, a casino order keeper someone I liked a little and respected a good deal, a had a saying he was fond of quoting when people in his casino behaved like angry children and it was time for them to leave. It is one I remember all the rest of my life.

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by Royal Hopper

“You got to go,” Bill would say in that deep southern Louisiana drawl squinting like a black southern version of Clint Eastwood and when all other avenues had been exhausted, “ I aint trying to hear it. You got to go.”

As the city has become more and more like a giant frat house _ a giant house of ill repute. It is a phrase we Sinners seem to be saying more and more often to the people who come here to drink gamble and pass out and then wake up and stand half naked on a bench singing “I got to be me.”

“You got to go,” sitting on the bench naked man.

To the man determined to sell time shares in the elevator lobby of a Strip hotel _ Time shares in Brazil mind you _ “You got to go,”

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by Royal Hopper

Having an argument in the middle of the Youth Good Sportsman League Basketball Tourney while your kids watch from the court.

“You got to go.” I still remember Bill pointing at the door and uttering those words to three people who nearly started a fight at a child’s basketball Tourney taking place in the hotel convention center.

To the person who tried to reclaim a wallet filled with other people’s drivers licenses and credit cards from three other states from lost and found hours after he was kicked out for disorderly behavior. Those same words were uttered. ”You got to go.”

When the 80-year old tourists compliments you on your Kermit the Frog costume and you look them in the eye and say..”What costume???”

“You got to go.”

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by Royal Hopper

When you ask for your money back from a casino in Las Vegas because casinos are known for that kind of thing.

“You got to go.”

Wild rowdy and drunk doesn’t always make for a good night out. They do make for lots of angry drunks having it out just feet from elderly gamblers weaving in and out of slot machines with their impressionable grand children tugging at their pant legs in bored frustration or staring wide eyed at the working girls called Sugar Witch working their magic on guys from Montana called Slim.

“You go to go,” both of you.

Vegas now more corporate than gangster peddles its Cowboy party town, gangster/family image harder than it ever did when gangsters and cowboys and “families” actually ran the town _ and surprise surprise guess who is coming to the city of Sin.

by Royal Hopper

by Royal Hopper

Bill is gone now but the city of Sin rolls along in its confused eternally decadent way. So long Bill you will be missed every time someone crosses the line and someone is needed to say those infamous words.. “You go to go.”
That is life in the City of Sin fellow Sinners.
To all my Sin City brothers and sisters

Rock On

by Royal Hopper

by Royal Hopper

That tree offended me and the Super Bowl

Sin City sunrise commute - Royal Hopper

Sin City sunrise commute – Royal Hopper

That tree offended me and the Super Bowl

By Royal Hopper 
A man clad in black stands near the cashier in a crowded gambling house a fake foam rubber finger pointed skyward in the universal sign of we are number 1, a black hat resting upon his head as he glances side to side to see if someone anyone is paying attention. It is Super Bowl Sunday and the man in Black in surrounded by Seattle Seahawks fans drowning their sorrows and patriot fans boasting of their victory. One Oakland Raiders fan looks hopeful for a minute before being reminded that it is not 1983 and the Raiders haven’t been to the Super Bowl since Van Halen was actually a band.

Sin City sunrise commute 2 _  Royal Hopper

Sin City sunrise commute 2 _ Royal Hopper

Man in Black looks around _ side to side and behind him .. He spies one of the gambling house’s myriad order keepers eyeing him as he prepares for his actions. The order keeper much like the thousands that populate a city full of Sinners and their ill-gotten gains looks him squarely in the eye as he makes his move.

Raising the black No 1 finger in the air ..he quickly shuffles his feet in a dance of victory .. “Life” says the raised white letters on the solid black hat No 1 says the black foam finger. He looks around again .He has picked the wrong place to send a message or be a drama queen .. This is the City if Sin baby .No one even notices. .. .. As the Man in Black gives up drains the bottle of beer from a nearby counter and pours the remains of a $3 martini into a flask he stuffs in his shirt.

“Next time,” he is heard to say, “next time.”

by Royal Hopper

by Royal Hopper

All week long football fans did the drunken dance of self expression in preparation for the big event.

The day before the Super Bowl a man stood on Sin City sidewalk his face red, his words slurred from the copious amounts of ethanol he had consumed shouting his rage at an uncaring and bemused world for all to hear.

The Sin City denizen in front of him had poked him in the eye and he was just not going to take it. He balled up a dirty, grime and oil covered fist and drew back his arm in the universal sign of an oncoming punch and lets the perpetrator of this unforgivable insult have it squarely _ squarely in the trunk.

That tree will never insult him again. After being asked to leave a gaming establishment for “non standard” crazy behavior this Sin City denizen decided to he was going to take out his rage on one the City’s arboreal citizen. He hit a tree _ right in the bark.

“Next time,” he said shaking his fists at the tree and cursing loudly, “next time.”

by Royal Hopper

by Royal Hopper

The day after the big event grown men were seen running through the City of Sin ..several sitting shirtless on the sidewalk their team jerseys laying at their feet in the cold morning air. One sat on a bench between a man in a Dallas Cowboys jersey and another Miami Dolphins jersey. “I know man,” said one. “Been there.”

“Next time .. . . . . . .next time,” they said.

Despite the reputation of Sin City as Party central of the western world people here spend a lot of time venting their frustrations and making statements swearing they knew how to win it all and in the end muttering next time as the leave the City of Sin..

“Next Time.”

Life in the City of Sin Brothers and Sisters

Palm Tree sunrise - Royal Hopper

Palm Tree sunrise – Royal Hopper

Rock On Fellow Sinners

Next Time

sunrise and birds _ Royal Hopper

sunrise and birds _ Royal Hopper