Natalia is coming along moderately and surely.
I have my own way of doing things when I draw. I sometimes draw and erase the same area for hours. I’m neurotic when it comes to how things should look. Center scope.
So hey, didn’t Epstein murder himself? But his accusers are still making the news? Slow news day, guys? Here’s the thing, I 100% believe the parents of, or whoever raised the underage girls Epstein plead guilty soliciting, need to be held accountable too. I’m over it. All the homeless people, all the throwaway people, someone needs to be held accountable for them. Track down their family members and hold them accountable. Look, I don’t like my brothers but they’ll never be homeless. If I have a roof over my head so do they. Same for my friends. If I have a roof, they have a roof. Here’s a sensational news story, news people, interview these underage girls parents. Ask THEM why they think their underage daughter was so easy to solicit.
No? You won’t do it? Yeah. Thought so. Crackerjack parenting.
At some point ladies, YOU are responsible for your actions. At some point parents, YOU are responsible for the safety of your children.
Stranger Danger! It’s a real thing. Teach it. Learn it. Trust no one!
And just like that, it wasn’t 110 degrees anymore. The temps here in Vegas suddenly dropped 20 degrees overnight. We’ll be in the upper 70’s by next week. Finally. With the cool weather it seems I have some new neighbors. The homeless are beginning to make camps above ground. There’s two camps so far on my block. About to be three.
Las Vegas has a giant underground homeless community (Google it) but with the cooler weather I’m seeing more tents pop up around the neighborhood. Directly across the street from me, on the corner, a small community of homeless are making their campground. As long as they don’t mess with the stray cat, I guess I don’t care. The parents who live in the neighborhood however probably will. Among other things, there’s no public toilets nearby. They go in the yards.
One guy up the street from me has a pretty nice setup actually. He has all his camp gear up like he’s in the mountains. A really nice tent, BBQ, weather tarp, mountain bike, a good supply of water, several five gallon jugs, and lawn chairs from what I can see. The people making camp across the street from me, not so nice. There’s a young palm tree on the corner of the street and that’s what the homeless are using as a base for their shelter. The palm tree can’t be more than six feet tall.
The grudge match going on across the street between the apartment building, their neighbors, and the homeless, regarding who has the right to use the empty lot, is about to get more interesting with this new camp of homeless people.
NOTE: This blog gets written over the course of days. Sometimes just one sentence a day.
Trudeau. Just. Um. What? Blackface? This coming from the guy who wanted us to say “people-kind” and not “mankind”.
Ohhhh nooo! Someone already stormed the one homeless guy’s camp. The one with the nice tent. He was there for about three weeks. Maybe more. Looks like it was stormed on, and looted. I hope the guy’s ok. He was harmless. He should have went up into the mountains for peace and quiet. Maybe he didn’t want snow.
It’s the second night since the new camp of homeless was starting to be made across the street from me and it seems they too were already shooed away. They’re not there tonight. But they’ll be back. The homeless have nowhere else to go but in circles.
When rich older women staying at Wynn all compliment and gush over my natural hair color, it makes me smile to know I can still mingle among the high brows who pay $65 for a glass of wine without a second thought.
Wine prices in Vegas are ridiculous. Nobody drinks wine out here. Why are the bottles so much more expensive than in LA where everyone drinks wine? Asks my rotting liver and stomach ulcer.
I’d like to reshoot this photo with my natural grey hair.
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