Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Viva Dingy Stairwell

The stairs in the garage at my job remind me of Las Vegas. They are filthy (and aren't all garage stairs filthy? Impossible to keep clean, I think) and the stairwell always smells like cigarettes. I somewhat wistfully think of blinking lights, crowds of scantily clad hos and men wearing too much cologne, greasy buffets and killer hangovers. Ah, Vegas.

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