I don’t hate walking the Strip.
I hate feeling like I have to defend my wallet every fifty feet.
Planet Hollywood.
Horseshoe.
Paris.
Harrah’s.
Linq Promenade
Before I even make it through the first set of doors, I already know what’s about to happen.
“No thanks.”
“No thanks.”
“I’m a local.”
“No thanks.”
Eventually…
“Guys… fuck off.”
If you’ve been there, you probably laughed.
If you haven’t…
Give it time.
This Isn’t Really About Timeshares
It’s about interruption.