The Dude - fearless driver, true leader, purple eater, with mustaches;
Hey-Girl - blonde with boobs, heavy drinker, BLT-lover, all-hater;
e-Girl - workaholic, sleepyhead, gambler, junkie;
Great American Writer - adorable host, exquisite drummer, absolute genius;
The Girlfriend - most beautiful, gentle, saint, saviour;
Self - poker-faced, jet-lagged, into-the-blue, professional photographer;
It's february the 16th in the year 2008.
Early morning. When we get to the airport in Rome. The airplane is full. Apparently. And we get random seats. I try to exchange mine with a woman, a quite big one. But she's sick and she doesn't want a window seat. Hey-Girl tries to exchange hers with a guy but he prefers-not a window seat. So we keep our window seats. By the way, I love window seats. Dude and e-Girl are quite lucky and manage to stick together. For the record, I'll never get a seat near to anyone of them in any of the five flights. First flight is the longer. I watch 3 movies. I don't like wasting my time! First one is the one about Lars. Second one is the one about Dan. Third one is the spanish one. I eat chicken and we get a box and quite many pretzels. No panini-pretzel, though. I drink like 10 orange juices which is the only thing I ever drink when I'm flying and I never drink when I'm not flying. The e-Girl sleeps a lot. Hey-Girl does acrobatics.
We fill immigration forms that we'll have to stay in line for like an hour to hand in. My guy warns me of the risks of gambling. He talks a lot. I think he loves me. We take and then give back our bags. The usual useless american stuff. We hate their liberty! But we love their bacon cheeseburgers. We don't get to see Washington from the plane. Where is your president, guys? We take off again. We are in the emergency exit seats. The e-Girl says she's terrified and goes, like, in first class. We are brave and we want to help. No food except for pretzels. I'm beginning to hate pretzels. We land. The airport is inhabited by bizarre animals. A skinny bunny and a baby dragon and then some. 
Vegas, we are coming. Our agenda: sleep one night at the apartment of a certain guy e-Girl knows, head to the desert and never look back til saturday. Maybe go back to Vegas to sleep one night at some of these fake-european-cities hotels. Then we meet the guy and we kind of change our minds. I mean. His girlfriend is beautiful. Why would we want to stay a week in the desert and not with her?! The Dude, me and the guy go get our rented car. No americans left, we get a japanese. The Dude is enraged and wants to fly back home. The guy is quite nice. I think I like him. We go back and forth on a street trying to find his house but it seems he can't find his house. After 20 minutes and a couple of phone call to his girlfriend we finally find our way. I do like this guy. I get to know he is a great american writer. Other things I know about him: he's the one who brought us Guitar Hero, he's going to find us some weed. We get to the house which is very nice and roomy and with two big flat-TVs. In front on one of the flat-TVs stands the Rockband drum kit. And 3 guitars. I love this guy. 
The Great American Writer plays a couple of songs at an impossible level like very hard or professionist or are-you-sure-of-what-you're-doing. Me and The Dude join him with two guitars. The Dude rocks, I suck. I suck big time. And I think I'm a bit Rockband-shy. We are quite tired but excited and we want to go out. We eat at Fridays. I opt for a very classic (and very classy) bacon cheeseburger. But not a plain normal usual one. A Jack Daniel's one. With, like, Jack Daniel's all over it. Hey-Girl get a BCB as well. The Dude gets a BCB as well. I don't remember about the rest of us. I drink a half-and-half beer. Like a lager in the lower half of the pint and a Guinness in the upper part of the pint. No, I think it was the opposite. Or the other way around. Or the opposite of the other way around. Hey-Girl is disgusted, I'm delighted. The BCB is so good and so inexpensive. We carry around rolls of euros to scare puny Americans. We got euros. We crush you! We go back home, we roll a joint. The GAW says he got some ecstasy. I've never done ecstasy before. I guess I'm willing to try. In two days it's The Dude's birthday so we decide to celebrate tomorrow at midnight. We're taking ecstasy and celebrate. So, the GAW gives us his apartment for a week, drugs for a week, a complete Rockband kit with a giant flat-TV for a week? I so love this guy. I don't want to go to the desert. I want to get stoned and loose all my money at casinos with the Great American Writer. That's what I wanna do! We go to sleep. Me and the Hey-Girl take the couch. The Dude and the e-Girl take the bed. Hey, he's The Dude! And anyway the couch is great. The GAW goes to sleep at The Girlfriend's. I sleep well. Very well. Couch is confortable if you hug each other and I love hugging. It's february the 17th in the year 2008.
Downside is that I wake up at 6 something. Jetlag strikes like a War-Mace. A very big one. But, hey, I'm in a strange land and I've got a lot to do. So after few vain attempts to sleep a bit more I get up and have a shower. The shower is like, you know how to turn it on but not how to turn it off. It's ever-turning. You turn the tap and there goes the water, you keep turning and it slows down, you keep turning and it's water all over again and there is only a very small and precise point where the water stops dripping. Anyway, it's hot and it's good. I borrow some shampoo from the GAW. Somehow, someday I'll pay him back. I'm very awake. I dry my hair and get dressed up. It's 9 something. Everyone's awake now. Jetlag strikes big time. The GAW and The Girlfriend come in at 10. The plan is go to Paris and have a brunch at a world famous bistrot. A glorious banquet where you can eat foods from all over France and drink as much champagne as you like. Sounds good.
We get to Paris in 10 minutes. In Vegas everything is ten minutes. New York, ten minutes. Pyramids, ten minutes. Venice, ten minutes. Ancient Rome, ten minutes. Paris, ten minutes. We get 'inside' Paris. The sky is blue. What a great day to have a brunch. Sure enough we are not the only one who have had the idea. The line is long something like 5 thousand people. The Girlfriend offers to queue for us. She has to revise her student's homeworks anyway. That's what she says. I think she's a saint. She really is. And she probably hates us. While she sacrifices for us, we wander around, visit La Tour Eiffel, have a walk in the parisien casino and boutiques. 
We hop over to Bellagio, a village on Lago di Como which has a beautiful water play with hundreds of moving fountains that dance to the music. And 10000 gallons of water lost every day in a city where water is precious. What a waste, Lago di Como. Anyway the show over the national anthem is glorious and I feel a real American. We have a look inside the Bellagio and then we go to Bally where the e-Girl has her first approach to the machines. And wins. 
It's one o clock and finally we get our table. The Dude pays for everyone. I think of an excel worksheet! The waitress name is Anita. We find out she's italian american. And very willing to pour champagne in our glasses. I start with Ratatuille. After the movie, I've ever wanted to try it. And then it's bacon, eggs, sausages, roast beef, quiche lorraine, many different cheeses and 5 or 6 desserts. Everyone eats enough to feed a family or even a small town. We drink coffee, orange juice, water and a lot of champagne. 
Stuffed&happy we get out of the bistrot and have a digestive walk in the Ancient Rome. We learn a lot about Atlantis, we get a culture. There's a huge Tony Braxton building. This is a great city, indeed. 
It's getting late. So we go home, take the pills, head to the desert. I get a blue one. The Dude gets a blue as well. The other ones get a red. Except for The Girlfriend who is a saint and saviour and will drive us home when The Dude won't be able to deliver. Red Rocks is half an hour from Vegas. We pass through rich residential areas. And then it's the desert. Rocky, red desert. There's strange vegetation with white hair and the pills start to hit. I feel blue and I feel good. It's soft and comforting. Sleepyhead talks to plants. 
We just stare at the view for a few minutes. It's our first desert, I guess. It's my first for sure. When we get back into the car it hits hard. I enter in my professional photographer phase and start creating art. Art like 24 shots at the rearview mirror. 
The Dude is all hugs with the GAW. We are very happy because the pop is love. We go up to the Stratosphere bar which is the very right place to be if you're high. You can see all Vegas from here. It's really something. I experiment with a local cocktail which is nice but, really, at this point anything would be nice. We get to the roof and then back to the ground. 
We go to the old Strip. Fremont Street. Remember U2 promotional video for I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For? There it is. Fremont Street. Fremont has the loose slots. That's how they manage to stay alive. 
At the Golden Nuggets I try my luck for the first time and I loose. Sic... the e-Girl wins again. The GAW loses and wins but looses in the end. Slots can be such bitches. Golden Nuggets gets its name from a gigantic gold nuggets from the pioneers time.18-something. It was the greatest Vegas casino or so and now it's decadent but still shiny and quite fascinating. And it has the loose slots. The bathrooms are good and I'll use them often in the days to come. The water to wash your hand, though, is hot. God, I hate wash my hands with hot water. It's everywhere like that in casinos. We go to Venetian which is not faker than the real thing. Piazza S.Marco has the wet-effect. I take a memorable shot. A classic shot. Gondole sail through the canals. It's day all over again in Venice. And then it's night all over again. Vegas starts being confusing. 
We end the night at the Champagne Bar. Low profile, dark and easy. I'm soooo sleepy. It's the jetlag, it's the downer. I don't know. I almost fall asleep. It's midnight and The Dude celebrate his birthday dancing with the e-Girl. Finally we go to sleep. The Girlfriend definitely hates us and is going to dump The GAW first thing in the morning.It's february the 18th in the year 2008.
I wake up I'm great. So, ecstasy has no downsides. Except for fucking your precious brain. No headache, no sickness. I'm great. Still I can't sleep til late. It's 8 and I'm ready to go. Me, The Dude and Hey-Girl go out looking for breakfast. e-Girl keeps sleeping. How she does is beyond me. We find IHOP which means nothing to us. Only a few days later we find out that IHOP stands for International House Of Pankake. Ghh(:D). I have a giant pancake. A pizzacake. With strawberryes on top. And then eggs and sausages. And bacon. We do some non-shopping. We have a look at (i-don't-remember) and Best Buy. I want to buy a digital camera but I don't find it. The Dude want a cell phone but he can't find it. What the hell! It's the frigging U.S.A. here. Gimme those frigging electronics!! Hey-girl goes to Marshall and get us a robotic Spiderman (for me) and a robotic Wolverine (for The Dude). We go back home. e-Girl is finally awake and we leave for the desert. The desert is quite desert. We stop at the last service before Area 51. A pink saloon with empty shelves and a whore in the back. For the truck drivers pleasure. Inside there's even a "love map" of all the place where to fuck in the desert. So Love+Rockets. I get first Mao photo shoot. Professional photographer, me.
We stop at Beatty, town of lost motels and home of Tony DeMeo. We eat mexican in a colorful place full of strange people. So Love+Rockets. Food is good. Only one mile north from here there's the world's most beautiful gas station. Unfortunately we stop at another one. We get some petrol and head left toward the Death Valley. 
We are in fucking California!!! Death Valley is blooming with yellow flowers, is wide and is desert. A bit overwhelming. If anything can be 'a bit' overwhelming. Then it's Zabriskie Point. 
We take pictures. A few tourists. It's warm. Colors are beautiful. We behave. We fear Tony DeMeo. Second Mao photo shoot in Zabriskie Point. Bizarre people take pictures with tripods and very big cameras. 
It's almost dusk and we stop at Shoshone. Shoshone is a rising town, population 28 or something. The Shoshone Inn. The Crow Bar. A Post office. Sheriff office. a General Store. 3 or 4 houses. One for rent. I want to rent it. We take a room for four. Clean and tidy. I lie down and die. It's 7 and I'm too sleepy to ever get up again. The three go to the Crow Bar and have a burger. They meet Sara, Shoshone hot chick. I miss her and I still miss her now. I wish I had met her. You never know. I could have stayed forever. Anyway, I blacked out.It's february the 19th in the year 2008.
6 am, here we go again. I'm wide awake. I get dressed and I go out to see the sun rise over the desert Shoshone and the desert desert by the way. The iThing plays Bruci la città over and over because I want to. It feels so the right stuff. I take pictures because I'm a professional photographer. I have a look around, which I didn't the night before. The general store is named after some Charles Brown. I'll find out later that he's the founder and owner of Shoshone. Or at least he was.
There's a porch without a house behind. I walk through the town and I feel eyes on me. I think they'll never let us go. It's one of those town. I'm sleepy again and I go back to bed. For a while. Then everyone wakes up. Except for the sleepyhead. The shower is quite good. Desert here and there's plenty of water. Finally we are all ready to have breakfast. The Crow Bar is more expensive than any place in Vegas. But we got euros and we can pay. I meet a friendly pig. He's my new friend. He's a nice black pig and a good friend. He tries to eat my shoes. 
Hey-Gril has to buy stamps so me and her go to the Post-Office. Outside there are two drop boxes. One for Shoshone mail and one for "Out of town" mail. Uh?! Later sleepyhead will consider that Shoshone is the place in the world where the "Out of town" concept incude the greatest part of the world population. I would say the total world population minus 28. Inside the post office I find some awesome Star Wars and Marvel Superheroes stamps and I want them. Great present for The Dude's birthday, which I still haven't done. The woman in the Post Office is an old hippie and wow! she's italian. She's been in America for 30 years but still remembers some word. We wonder how an italian hippie ended up in Shoshone. We pay for the stamps and wave goodbye. 
We leave Shoshone, headed for the Mojave Something National Park. We stop in the middle of nothing and have a walk in the nothingness. There are motorcycle trails. Punks are everywhere. Punks with mustaches in this case, I guess. We meet a bird of the desert which is basically a crow but thinner. e-Girl gets in touch with nature. I mean, She gets her shirt off and show nature her tits. I get in touch with nature. I mean, I take down my pants and show nature my notorious orange underpants with the Great Tiger of China. 
We pass through Baker, another 'nice' town with the biggest thermometer in the world. Everyplace here is famous for something. The biggest thermometer in the world in like 30 metres high and completely useless. We get to the Mojaves, see very many Joshua trees. We find a real desert with sand and dunes. Near a place called Kelso. There's a toilet where you piss in a great hole in the ground. The dunes are good. Some punk wrote stuff on the sand. 
We head back to Vegas. In the meantime I've taken like 5hundred pictures. We pass through Cima. We stop in Primm. The first Nevada outpost. Big casinos and a giant mall. Fuck. I hate this. Not the casinos. The mall. Nicer than I thought anyway. I buy two pairs of converse for my side-baby. Ehi-Girl brings me a big shake with lots of whipped cream. Almost in Vegas. GAW is in the house. He hates us for coming back so soon and wants us out of his life. He wants to kill us and hand us a weed brownie. Me and The Dude go to Fryes to look for my camera or his phone. We can't find any. When we go back the girls have already took the brownie. Damn junkies. We take the brownie and go to Jason's. I'm ok. No, I'm not ok. I think I'll never ever get up again from this seat. I'm hungry but I can't get to the counter to ask for a BLT. Hey-Girl does it. Most difficult thing she's ever done in her life. Going back seems never ending. After a time like forever I look back and we are 30 meters away from Jason's. We're almost done and The Dude just stops with his foot on the first step of the stairs to our flat. He can't go on. The brownie is triumphant. It's the clear winner tonight. Finally we're home. I lie down and never get up again til the morning after. They tell me I talk and laugh. I remember everything seems so hard. Speak english almost impossible. Words don't come easy. Ahah. Never had so much drug in my life. I sleep on the floor. Meanwhile The Dude throw up everything he has eaten. He doesn't want to come out of the bathroom. But he's alive. Hey, man. Don't eat brownies if you can't take them! No pictures of this night. Go figure how fucked up we are.It's february the 20th in the year 2008.
It's early wake-up as always, I'm surprisingly well. I guess it's just alcohol I need to avoid. We have breakfast at the Hash House. The biggest breakfast in the State. I still dream about it. A giant pizza-cake with blueberry and almond and butter (sort of, I'm not sure what it is) and whipped cream beacause I asked for it. And then eggs and bacon. And a hash brown. Hey girl got delicious mashed potatoes. Everyone gets too much. e-Girl licks her platter clean. I surrender to the pizza-cake. How I would want to have that pizza-cake right now. That's it. When we are not wasted on drugs we are wasted on food. High on cholesterol.
Then it's desert all over again. This time it's five of us. GAW join the four of us for the ride. He maybe wants to throw us off the canyon cliff. The program is we go to the Grand Canyon and then head to Cameron. Tomorrow it's going to be Monument Valley and back to Vegas. We pass through a dam that keeps precious water from ending up in mexican hands. We are in Arizona, home of our car. We set the watch one hour forward. More jetlag. Weather is not very good. Indeed it seems there's going to be a snow storm over the Canyon. We are not high on cholesterol anymore so we get high on weed. We get high on cholesterol as well. We have Oreos, Chips Ahoy and these great Pretzel Paninis with peanut butter. Oh, god. The GAW asks if he should have bought some coke as well. No coke please. I'm quite into the blue by now and e-Girl seems to agree. More ecstasy pleeease. There is actually a snow storm over the Grand Canyon. And a few japanese tourists. 
We can't see much of the Canyon but that much is quite Grand. It's cold. Mao gets another photo shoot. We come down, we eat beef jerky (me, for the first time, love them) and decide to move over Cameron and to Kayenta. I mean... Cowabunga. To get there, though, we have to pass right through the storm. The Dude delivers once again. We're all terrified and he scores. We stop at Hampton Inn, Kayenta. 100$ for 5 people. I do want to live here. God, I want to be an American! Outside it snow and we go through mud to get to a Burger King. I have the smallest burger which is still quite big. I choose my own soda. I don't mix, though. Chips are shitty like in every Burger King in the world. We have mud on and under our shoes and we leave a trail. We go back to the room. We get free wireless internet for our 20$ each. Sleeping time. The Workaholic translates. GAW dreams about having superpowered relatives.It's february the 21th in the year 2008.
I sleep til 7 but then I remember about the hour shift. It's 6 in Vegas. I get up and have a shower. Another great shower in the desert. Is there really any water shortage here!? Not at the Hampton. GAW tells about his dream. Oh my god. I had all these relatives I didn't know I had. And everyone of them had cool superpowers like shooting energy blasts from hands and I had noone. So I complained "how is it I don't have any superpower?" And they are like "you do do have one. You can write". The GAW is very disappointed about this. Though, e-Girl thinks it's very cool and some sort of God-telling-him-his-path. I think I would have preferred to shoot energy blasts from my hands. Or teleporting. Or travel in time. We have breakfast. We get breakfast as well for our 20$ each. We live Hampton Inn and Kayenta and head toward the Monument Valley. We pass through Utah. We are actually in Utah for like 500 meters. Non oral or anal sex in Utah. A shaman welcomes us in the Monument Valley. Which is beautiful. The valley, not the shaman. The Dude runs like crazy in the red muddy ways of the valley. Life is wonderful. Nature is really powerful and big here but not in a scary way. Everything is red. Many pictures. Mao gets his 'Mao on the mesa' photo shoot. We meet a pony and two dogs. We are amazed. I am, at least.
We go back to Kayenta. We spot a writing on the wall tha says "Shade out on drugs". Not even the GAW knows what it means. Anyway we are pretty shaded out on drugs. We head back to Vegas through the north route. Still more awesome landscapes. We get to Page, the town of the thousand churches. More than a thousand actually. We decide to eat at this mexican restaurant where they keep bringing us more and more tortilla chips and then gigantic plates. We are defeated by food. We are nothing. We wave our white flag. And still we are quite satisfied with ourselves. Surviving, that's how it's called. By the way, the food in incredibly good. The GAW calls The Dealer for more pills. Meanwhile, we smoke pipe. I love pipe. Back into the car, we pass through Zion National Park. We see an authentic american eagle. And much snow. It's getting darker and we take our chances with the bends of the road and the abyss below. Mountains are once again beautiful. Is there anyplace around here that is not beautiful? Almost in Vegas. We see the cloud of light in the distance. And then the actual lights. Tons of lights. After driving us safely through an eternal snow storm, the bends over the abyss of the Zion Park and more deserts than you can imagine The Dude goes through a red light and we almost die. We don't die. We are home by 8something. Surprise. The GAW already has more pills. We get a pill. Oh oh oh. I get a red one this time. No Girfriend this time we are on our own. We go to the Luxor before the pill can start to hit. I already feel it, actually. I'm so high and really a professional photographer. A professional photographer in his blurry phase. We are so so stoned. We walk through pyramids and sphynxes. 
We are thirsthy and buy water at Starbucks for like many bucks. Incredible carpets. We go from casino to casino. I'm so fucked up and I feel great. Reds hit much harder then blues and for a while I think I like them best. We meet this girl. She's high on ecstasy as well. We sort of bump on her. She's going to get married. Maybe. Here's her future husband. He keeps asking if we have more. Sorry we don't have more. Sleepyhead and the GAW pronunce them Tarzan and Jane. She tries out my glasses. She's quite cute I have to say. I'm sorry I'm in my blurry phase. No decent pictures of her or him. We exchange presents. I can't remember what I give them. e-Girl gets a Barnes & Nobles card that she has craved for years. 
We all kiss the GAW. I think we all kiss each other but really I can't remember. God, we are so fucked up. I wish this never ends. I want to be forever in casinos like this. We drink some sweet cockait in a bar in some casino. The guy has never been to Monument Valley and actually he doesn't have a clue a Monument Valley even exist. We go all the way through the shitty Excalibur. Maybe we have a beer. I can't say. 
We end the night at Champagne's Cafe. This time I'm not sleepy at all. I don't know I really don't know how The Dude is able to drive. He's had the same red as me and I would never be able to drive. We have a couple of Buds. I love Buds. God, I even love classic rock. I'm so very full of love. We got home somehow. Good night. See you in the morning.It's february the 22th in the year 2008.
I wake up and I'm still high. I'll be high all day. My head is very heavy. And quite happy. The GAW gets out of the bathroom and announces that maybe the mexican food of the day before made him sick. Only a few hours later we know that he got blood from his nose from the effort of shitting. How tragic. Dieing for a stroke. On the toilet. While tryng to shit. Like Elvis. In Vegas. Is this a movie? Oh, well. Back to our day. Me, the GAW, The Dude and Ehi-Girl go to the university. Sleepyhead sleeps. We are so cool. There's no cooler than this. Really.
We keep in touch with The Dealer for more pills. The Dealer got us covered. GAW receives a letter from some Wallace. We go back home. Sleepyhead sees the letter and like faints. I understand he's her favorite writer. She wants to leave for Pomona. What the hell. I'm not going to Pomona. Let's go to Cupertino instead. We go to the comic store. I buy the very last book of Strangers in Paradise. I think I'll cry on the plane. We try to have lunch at the best Thai in North America but the queue in like infinite. I'm high. We go to a japanese to eat sushi. The Great American Writer loves sushi. I love sushi as well and I try not to think of Milan. I find that eating sushi in Vegas is much better than eating sushi in Milan. I eat a lot but I'm still high. Teriyaki makes me happy. We have a coffe at Starbucks. The Dude tells us there is a special place in hell for women who don't help other women or something like that. The Dealer's got the pill. The Dude leave us girls at home and go with the GAW to deal with The Dealer. I play Rockband. I play every single song I like on it. I play 'Maps' and 'I care a lot' and many others. I play 'Don't look back in anger' and the crowd is moved to tears. I'm THAT good. Our guys are back with the dope. I don't know exactly what happens there. Seems The Dealer and his friends really liked The Dude. But, ehy, who wouldn't? It's our last night here and we plan to make it a long one. First stop, the Apple Store. The Apple Store is in the only hotel/casino in Vegas which is not a hotel/casino but just a mall. It's called Fashion Show and it's quite big. In front of the Fashion Show there's like a 100 meters wide screen with dancing silhouettes. Yes. It's the iPod commercial. 
We get inside and start looking for the Apple Store. I don't know where we are going. I follow. You have to remenber I'm still high. There it is, the Apple Store. I look around. I choose a couple of iTunes Store Gift Cards for my soon-to-be-former-boss. One is a Product (RED). Because I care. I buy a 16gigs iThing for my soon-to-be-former-boss. I resist temptation to buy a dvd with the Complete Amazing Spider-man. e and Ehi go buy some sexy underwear. Me, Dude and GAW go find some shoes but we end eating cinnabombs at Cinnabon. We look at the map and a strange guy in uniform offers to help. We walk on to the next square. There's another map and the same guy offers to help. I freak out. Is he following us? Is he a robot? Is there one of him at each mall square? God, you americans are scary! Some more shops, GAW buys 6 ore 7 pairs of jeans. And a pink shirt. 
Back in the car, headed to Fremont. I'm still high. We enter a self parking, go to the top, it's full, finally there's a place but we are too freaked out and get out of there. We pay 3$ for not having parked our car and head to another self parking. All the good places are for disabled people. The GAW lash against the crippled and the AIDS-sick. It would be funny even if he wouldn't be joking. Fucking crippled!! Uh-hu. We finally leave our car somewhere and here we come again, Fremont Street. We get in the Golden Nuggets, loose some money. Me and Hey play roulette and we get told off like 4 times in 4 bets. We change 100$. We bet on the 17 but it doesn't come out. We drink free beer. We loose 20$ and resist temptation to loose another 80. We get our 80$ back. At least now we know how to play roulette. We catch up with the others. I play Coyote Moon Slot and, wow, I'm winning 20 buck. I howl with delight. I don't cash out and loses everything. The car, the house, my parent's house. I mean... 20$. 
We go to this steak house. The steak house is at the top of some casino. It's dark and quite elegant. In a steakhousy american way at least. The tables are full and while we wait we drink at the bar. We finally seat, order, swallow our pills. Blue ones. In 10 minutes the Sleepyhead starts feeling it. I don't. We eat fast, leave a lot on the plates and get off. e and Hey are so gone. 
I don't feel anything. I think what's left of the red one is fighting hard the new blue one inside my brain. I don't feel anything. FUCK! GAW gets in touch with two girls outside of a stripper show. First light show. Cool! Everyone's feeling their blue. I don't. Then I do. I think this is the best I've ever felt in my life. Play with the slots. Scare some people around. Talk with strangers. e and Hey make out. Bitches! e walks in circle. Second light show. Nice! Slots. 
Cowgirls dancing on the tables. Third light show. Ugh! Time pass and I don't even notice. We go to the Wynn to meet with The Girlfriend. She's back. I don't fucking know how The Dude can drive. I'm utterly completely totally wasted. We drink some, I guess. Can't remember much. 
We end up at the Freakin' Frog. I drink a Moretti. Uh? There'a stage and we can clearly imagine The Killers playing there at some point in their early career. We go home. I play some Rockband. We go to sleep for the last time.It's february the 23th in the year 2008.
God, it's finished. We got a plane to take. We have to give back the car and be at the airport by 1thirty. I'd really love to have breakfast at IHOP one last time. Insted, the GAW comes in with 4 boxes full of donuts!! I eat like 1, 2, 3, 4 or maybe 5 donuts. Last walk to the nearest mall. Best buy for blank dvds. Barnes & Nobles because I want to buy some of the GAW books. They don't have any. He should be the local hero, right? How is it there's noone of his books here? We go to Jason's to buy one last BLT for our flight. It's time to go. The Dude wins some final money over a slot at the airport and buys magazines for the travel. Over. I don't really know what to think. This has been some bonding experience and I feel pretty bonded but I know this won't last and I'll soon become the same distant guy I'm always. I love my friends anyway. I'll see you all in Estonia...
Daniele Bossari è bolso. Daniele Bossari è insignificante. Daniele Bossari sembra sempre che stia lì per caso. "Ma... dove sono? Cos'è questo posto?" Daniele Bossari forse è uno che lavora duro. Non buca il video, non è bello quindi dev'essere uno che lavora duro. No, Daniele Bossari è uno sprovveduto. Daniele Bossari è un bamboccione. "Guarda, non sa cosa dire!" Daniele Bossari è inespressivo. "Ma come c'è arrivato qui?" "Ma non ha fatto un qualche Grande Fratello?" No. Daniele Bossari ha iniziato in tv. Su Mtv o Viva o chisseloricorda. Deve avere begli agganci Daniele Bossari. Ha una faccia rassicurante. Boh. Però sta con una fica. "Mi pare stia con una fica". "Una qualche... ma come si chiama..?!" Daniele Bossari non c'è motivo per cui sta in televisione. E soprattutto Daniele Bossari legge il sito dei Baustelle.