Thursday, June 28, 2012

So. Ca. Vegas. Thick headed paleolithic workaholic man.

Dancing migrant cave dwellers emerge from waterholes in the nowhere lands East of Clark county, Nevada and head West to discover Vegas. My latest idea is to dress theatrical types up like throwbacks and have them offer photo opportunities to the interested. Cave People, Cowgirls, Native Americans, Aliens, Sasquatches and Zombies dressed like all of the above will roam the streets and get paid to make faces. I will charge the actors rental fees on the outfitting and pimp them out all over the valley. The temperatures are above 107 at the time so my creative energies are at a seasonal low. That and the fact that i suffer from loneliness ensures that nothing will ever become of this idea or any other. It sucks because this would have been a fun way to spend the days while saving up for global adventures. We could have one of each all lined up and ready to pose singularly or in pairings. Oh the good times we would have had. If only i had some friends. Well, i could start with a ancient valley couple getting the gist of how money works.

I have worked enough days in a row to have sufficiently sapped the energy out of my brain and body. My head is thick with the fog of fatigue and i fear a wreck is imminent. DAY OF OFF!!

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