Fifty on Red...

So, it's 1:20am in Vegas and I just got done practicing some songs in the hallway of the hotel after a long day of gambling and hanging at lake mead. What can I say? Vegas is no pace for X-mas, but we tried, and are still trying I suppose. We're up on the College Football bets and down on roulette--we also picked up some home team change betting the Cavs yesterday.

Twenty minutes outside of town, the scenery changes to that of a Rob Zombie film. Trailers, mountains, desert. Tight.

Humming FP's 'fifty on red' and thinking about betting the over in Cal and Air Force. Life. Is. Good.

The Brothers Hough-Snee and one 'Snee Man.'

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