Wednesday, October 06, 2010

You were born in a cross-fire hurricane, but you can manage that. But if you go into a modern-day community casino, god have mercy on you. You are not the heathen, so the devil be your firend, my friends, because you are in the Riverside, Iowa casino, and you are about to not die. In fact, you are not even here to make a movie for HBo, and you might as well be in Vegas, loathing, for all you know. Disorientation is everything in a casino. I mean, it’s almost as bad as the mall.

Because malls rarely pay you back. They just take and take and take. But casinos don’t. They give you hope. Rather than creature comfort, and believe my tastes, the music is never as cool in the mall.


No sports betting, because that’s all you really trust. In football, you trust. And coffee, and smokes, nine dollars a pack here. Unlike in many places in Vegas, the alcohol is not free when you gamble. But you only have one cigareete, and you are writing in frantic pirate text now, and the effect of having a cig hanging from your lip is so Hunter S. Thomppson you don’t want to let go of that.

Tou are definitely not making a movie for HBO here in Riverside, Iowa. So you stay in the middle, to keep from getting dizzy and you set your cell phone on maximum, in case you need a rescue. You stay in the center of the place, to keep from spinning out of orbit, but out of orbit is where you really need to go. To talk to the marketing manager: You are definitely not here to make a movie for HBO.

It’s a pretty standard units because all casinos are standard units. The Corvette is available for the big winner, and so on …

But you are not here to make a movie about the future birthplace of Captain Kirk, who isn’t real, no anymore than anything else in the false world. You are not here to make a movie for HBO. Riverside has suffered enough.
You were born in a cross-fire hurricane, but you can manage that. But if you go into a modern-day community casino, god have mercy on you. You are not the heathen, so the devil be your firend, my friends, because you are in the Riverside, Iowa casino, and you are about to not die. In fact, you are not even here to make a movie for HBo, and you might as well be in Vegas, loathing, for all you know. Disorientation is everything in a casino. I mean, it’s almost as bad as the mall.

Because malls rarely pay you back. They just take and take and take. But casinos don’t. They give you hope. Rather than creature comfort, and believe my tastes, the music is never as cool in the mall.


No sports betting, because that’s all you really trust. In football, you trust. And coffee, and smokes, nine dollars a pack here. Unlike in many places in Vegas, the alcohol is not free when you gamble. But you only have one cigareete, and you are writing in frantic pirate text now, and the effect of having a cig hanging from your lip is so Hunter S. Thomppson you don’t want to let go of that.

Tou are definitely not making a movie for HBO here in Riverside, Iowa. So you stay in the middle, to keep from getting dizzy and you set your cell phone on maximum, in case you need a rescue. You stay in the center of the place, to keep from spinning out of orbit, but out of orbit is where you really need to go. To talk to the marketing manager: You are definitely not here to make a movie for HBO.

It’s a pretty standard units because all casinos are standard units. The Corvette is available for the big winner, and so on …

But you are not here to make a movie about the future birthplace of Captain Kirk, who isn’t real, no anymore than anything else in the false world. You are not here to make a movie for HBO. Riverside has suffered enough.