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

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

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

Just another day in the City of Sin
Take Care Sinners

Love You guys

lounging at a Sin City bus stop – Royal Hopper