I was quickly approaching burn out at work. My last raise was a whopping 25 cents. Whoopee!!

My girlfriend broke up with me six months prior, and I found out that two weeks before she broke up with me she got drunk and fucked her neighbor. So I was trapped in a joyless job with shit pay, and I hadn't been laid in half a year. I had tried dating in the mean time, but nothing ever worked out. I even came right out and asked a woman if she wanted to have sex. That's how desperate I was to get my joint worked on. That's when I decided to take a week off of work. I had some money saved up, and looked at different relaxing locations. The only one I kept coming back to was Las Vegas. Sin City. The perfect vacation spot for a heart broken, blue balked, burned out single guy! The place seemed to reek of money and sex.

I scheduled the time off, then began looking at where to stay. I had enough saved up to stay in a Strip casino. But if I really wanted my money to last, I could always stay in Freemont St. Or even an off strip motel.