The Sign jungle in the City of Sin – Royal Hopper
You see a man panting like a poodle half drunk out of his mind trots up to the scantily woman in he leather skirt , She smiles as he fumbles a handful of bills from his pocket. The Hawk has found her pigeon.
Have you even been followed by a pigeon who was determined to make friends with something that would dearly love to eat it ….I have discovered that many times over the years most recently in the literal sense while walking my dog…..
Pigeons who pursue Pit Bulls In the City of Sin
By Royal Hopper
We have pigeons in my subdivision who are either the brvest or stupidiest rats with wings on the planet….
I was walking my Pit Bull/ American Bull dog Kuma the other day right past a popular pigeon feeding spot near the basketball court in our little gated community. Like a good animal loving liberal I deliberately pulled my beloved American Bull away from the one pound bird she could have easily swallowed in two or three bites and walked around it thinking that was the end of things.
When my Bulldog tugged on the leash insistently I looked around expecting to find some poodle foolishly challenging my Kuma who loves people but is not terribly fond of other dogs ..She is a bad ass and afraid of nothing.
What I saw was this pigeon who was either stoned or to stupid to eat following my dog. Kuma for her part was staring at the pigeon as if she couldnt believe a bird would be stupid enough to get close to her amd her huge gaping mouth. I know birds dont have teeth or lips ,,,but I swear that dopy little one pound bird was smiling like a silly stoned cat trying to get closer to my 85 pound Bull dog’s mouth.
This is Kuma bane of pigeons _ Royal Hopper
She stepped forward and the bird wouldnt move. She opened her mouth a little and arched her back slightly and the bird stepped toward her.For a moment I considered letting the dog eat the stoned out little winged rat but empathy got yhe better of me and I pulled on the leash and let the idiot bird be.. and it still tried to follow us.
Some Local kids from the B Ball court with my other dog Reddy _ Royal Hopper
Its almost as the pigeon just didn recognize something that wanted to eat it or wanted to be eaten…It is a simple lesson that doesnt need to be explained. Dont pursue that are able and willing to eat you especially if you can fly…..
It is a common thing in this city.. The City of Sin
Love You Sinners
The state of Nevada depends on the honor system to verify your brakes work but if you don’t pass the smog test you don’t drive _ Royal Hopper
Sometimes you just don’t know what an insane asylum of a city you live in until until you have a good day to compare the rest of the insanity. Sunday was a good day….
Rough day Tough day, Good day the Right way
By Royal Hopper
What constitutes a rough day in the City of Sin and what constitutes a good day….
A rough day
Im guessing the gentleman, and I use that term loosely who my wife saw crossing Boulder Highway in a speedo and nothing else could give a good definition of what a wild not and a rough morning meant.
Shopping cart coming through _ a busy intersection no less _ Royal Hopper
I mean this guy was crossing a busy Sin City highway, one known for picking pedestrains off like drunken squirrels aas they walk across the road, in his bright yellow spanex skivies like _ well a drunken squirrel. His was dissheveled, his eyes wide , his feet bare, shirtless, pantless and unaware as he stumbled across a highway that has claimed many lives in its decades long history. That is what a rough night and a rough day looks like.
Sunday was a good day
Sunday my wife and I went to Maggianos Italian restaurant to celebrate our 22nd anniversary. the food was good, the company was good and the waitress was nice and decent at her job. It was a good day.
Winter time in the City of Sin
The Hookers hung out at the bar and smiled at each stare
Hoping security wouild not see them and care
The tourists were smiling as she sat in his lap
The locals were scowling and saying oh what a sap
Then up on the strip arose such a clatter
I looked up from my double pump sugar free vanilla foam Chai ee what was the matter
The tourists were gasping like children and smiling like Jackie O
The locals looked and said oh well its the Mirage valcano
The people from Canada are all wearing shorts
while we shiver they are playing field hockey on the tennis courts
Its raining said one covering his head with a pan
Oh no its the Bellagio Fountain
We shiver like deseet rats because our blod is thin
Its not that crazy Its winter in the City of Sin
Love You Sinners
A truck leaves a tunnel Bryce Canyon Utah. Notice the Freudian symbolism _ Royal Hopper
The Hound, The Wolf and Wednesday with nothing to do
by Royal Hopper
An oddly clad man strolls angrily toward a woman wearing shorts on a winter’s day striding down Boulder Highway sidewalk giving passersby a glimpse of her underwear and occasionally waving at cars as she strolls by. A car slows down and pulls over. The woman looks in the car waves again and starts to move on.
The man walking toward her cocks his fist and increases his pace and is about to say something to her when a police car rounds the corner and cruises toward the little mob scene. The oddly dressed man lowers his hands walks by the car and woman, the car speeds on its way and the woman stands there waiting patiently for her fate. The police car’s occupants get out as the light changes and you drive past.
Is this what a rough night looks like ? Photo by Royal
You see them everywhere in the City of Sin. They are the wolves of this neon jungle. Not the furry four-legged kind ..the two-legged kind..hungry, fierce and without compunction and usually badly dressed. They occupy all walks of life waiting for the opportunity to invade your life and take your stuff. You also see this City’s world weary watchdogs …its hounds if you will. Keeping an eye on the wolves hoping to keep them away from the prizes they seek.
In the City of Sin the eternal struggle between the hound and the wolf is something you see everyday. Yeah I know stop with the fortune cookie philosophy already but it’s Wednesday and I am bored so let me explain.
When I worked at Treasure Island Hotel/Casino in the 90s I used to talk to a Serbian guy named Ray who worked there. Ray was a cool guy. He was friendly outgoing and always had a story to tell.
One day for reasons I’m still not sure of we started talking about dogs and wolves. I love dogs and Ray was clearly a dog guy so it seemed like an easy conversation to be had during lunch break at a Sin City casino.
Ray also had some kind of emotional dislike for Wolves. He talked about a fight that occurred between a wolf that had wandered into or near his village and a large muscular hound that occurred in his village.
It just seemed a little weird to me to see this on a median of a busy on ramp – Royal Hopper
The wolf was fast and ruthless and wild of course and attacked the hound. “He slash him and slash him but the hound was too strong,” Ray said gesturing with his hands expansively his face taking on a look of pensive wisdom older men sometimes get when talking to someone nearly 30 years younger than he at the time.
The hound chased the wolf off ..he triumphed, he protected the village and his family because he was strong dedicated to the defense of his home and didn’t give up or try to match the wolf slash for slash which would have been impossible.
Las Vegas is a sea of signs – Royal Hopper
Vegas is a lot like that fight. The City of Sin is full of wolves looking to snag a chicken or two and politics in this nation seem to be a lot like that as well..
As to who is the hungry wolf and who is the faithful hound and who will triumph remains to be seen. The hound wasn’t interested in hollow victories he was hungry and fierce and wild like wolves are and knew there was easy prey in the confines of that village or farm. The hound wasn’t trying to win a contest he was protecting his home and family and keeping the wolf from eating what he loved.
A man and his pigeons _ Photo by Royal Hopper
Eventually we will send our wolves packing ..If we do not despair and we keep fighting. Or the wolf will eat us
That is life in the City of Sin
Take Care Sinners
This week the crazies came out in force the rodeo was here and there was a new moon.
I remember last week walking across the top of a well traveled tourists attraction hearing foreign accents and watching tourists huddled together eyeing the local attraction marveling at its beauty and wonder.
Some looked like they had been drinking others like they were decidedly out of their element and might scream and run at any moment.
No It wasn’t Friday night at at a Vegas casino it wasn’t even in Nevada. This last week end I spent two days in a place, in BFE Utah a tourist attraction in fact, that is most exactly opposite of the City of Sin. As lethally simple as the City of Sin is dangerously complex.
Bryce Canyon is tucked away in a quiet rural part of Utah. There are no cocktail waitresses, slot machines and BTW Utah is a dry state for the most part. The convenience store clerks will talk your ear off if you let them.
It was a beautiful break from the usual Sin City BS. What follows is the blog I wrote before leaving on a much needed week end in the isolated rural Utah.
There was a corral across from the log cabins we stayed in last weekend_ Royal Hopper
As above So Below …Meetings high and low in the City of Sin
By Royal Hopper
On one of your weekly commutes through the City of Sin you see a man slumped against a fence near a construction site on a street corner dressed in a variety of rags and old black knit watch covered with a hand knit multicolored throw rug. Near him sit three count them three shopping carts full of the flotsam and jetsam he has collected from the streets on Sin.
Two people staring at things Royal Hopper
In ancient societies a man was often judge by how many cattle or sheep he possessed or servants. In more modern times it might be the number of luxury cars he has parked in his garage or the number of companions named after food or months of the years. How many Candys or Biffs depending on your tastes and gender you knew. On the street it seems the number of shopping carts full of stuff you have is a symbol of the status. It could be of course he was the lone homeless guy tasked with watching his posse’s collection of shopping carts stacked with stuff like in the old westerns while the posse was out working the street maybe but unlikely ….
Front Yard Sale _ Royal Hopper
A little later and farther down the road you see a meeting on the roadside. It is like any other meeting in the City of Sin. Every type of meeting goer is there. There is the skinny short haired talker with the pert uhhh eyes sporting a trendy T shirt painfully groomed trendy haircut. trendy painfully well groomed chick stands hands on hips as she pretends to listen to the new guy with the retro beard and painfully trimmed mustache leaning against the wall trying to look tough and professional at the same time.
Next to tough and professional guy there is the rough looking guy squatting on the floor in a kind of version of a yoga pose he rough untrimmed beard as he looks up with obvious lust on his face at the trendy T Shirt wearing intern with the pert eyes knowing instinctively he is way out of his league and needs to get a haircut and $400 worth of new clothes before trendy girl will even talk to him.
Sin City Cityscape – Royal Hopper
It is a meeting like any other with the same types of characters we have discussed many times before except that it doesn’t take place at a luxury suite at a high end hotel or at the convention center business suite. It takes place behind a bar that has seen its better days long before people forgot who Van Halen was and a neighborhood that never really was that nice on an unpaved section of parking lot next to a dumpster.
This is Royal _ Photo by Tammy Hopper
Later that week you spy a fearless young adrenaline junkie skating up the side line walking path on an overpass and smiles as people watch him do it. If he was rich or stunningly attractive jumping out of airplanes or climbing the side of a rock in Nepal we would call this young daredevil an X Sports champion or a daring adventurer. In the City of Sin last Thursday he was just another bored kid who was to impatient to pick up his skateboard and walk where he needed to go.
There is a saying in Hermetic philosophy “as above so below.” I’m not sure what it means 100 percent but in regards to people and their habits the meaning is fairly simple. People are the same from the boardroom to the back alley.
Driving in Utah _ Royal Hopper
All actions from the lowest to the most noble, from the richest luxury suite to the unpaved back alley behind a liqour store basically follow the same pattern or variations of that pattern with the same basic personality types.
We are the same..
That is life in the City of Sin
take care Sinners