Vacation from Oneself

You know what? I like this now even more than when I wrote it. It’s a flashback, and it ain’t even Thursday, yo.

Enjoy.

47 Echo

I’m in Las Vegas, at the Centro bar at the Luxor pyramid. I have my beer (St. Pauli non-alcoholic, because I be crazy, yo), and I’ve just lost $40 in an employee-only poker game that I didn’t know existed before tonight. I heard a couple of the bartenders talking about it, and it turns out they were down a man, so…

Since 2010, I’ve tried to make it to Vegas once a year with my best buddy Jeremy. The Vegas trip is always my idea, and my baby — I do all the work to make it happen, and Jeremy just has to show up. It’s the one time I get to take a vacation from myself, to pretend to be someone else for a few days.

This “someone else” is actually quite a lot like me, except he stays up way too late, eats too much food (what…

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