The Vegas Strip Part 15

Welp, I'm at home, it's daylight outside and it's a weekday. That must mean I'm sick! Indeed, I called in today because there was no way I was going to make it through the workday in once piece in the condition I'm in. But what it does mean that in between naps, I can post the new Dead Days! Woo? Yes, woo.
It's pretty safe to say that our man's trip to Vegas isn't turing out to be exactly what he had in mind. Despite popular opinion, there aren't many doors open for a pantsless man in Las Vegas... a pantsless straight man anyway.
I have to admit that this part was inspired by a true story. No, I didn't lose my pants in Vegas, but I got turned away at a nightclub (after standing in line for 2 hours at the club in THE PALMS casino) because I was wearing the wrong kind of SHOES. Can you believe that crap? Here I was, looking dapper as hell: navy blue collard shirt with a sports coat, brown slacks, and my sparkling new black slip-on Vans, and they said, "you're shoes don't have laces. You can't come in. We have a dress code." WHATT??? All the while I was seeing the most FLAMBOYANT men wearing ass-less chaps and and thongs, some with no shirts on, walking RIGHT IN TO THE SAME DAMN CLUB? What kinda messed-up ass dress code was THAT?
That's when I realized that you can get away with so much more when you're gay. Needless to say I was a RAGING HOMOSEXUAL for the rest of THAT trip and the world was my oyster.
Anyhoo, whatever doesn't kill me, gives me comic material I guess. Thanks for reading everyone! Stay tuned for part 16! Things only get better! It's nap time again.
-John "I'm all man, baby" Rios
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