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.
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.
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.
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