Fremont Street is an interesting place. You have the hustle and
bustle of tourists, combined with homeless folks hanging out downtown.
There is quite the police presence, as they meander around the crowd
on their police bikes.
One memory I will have of this trip is the derelict who approached a
bike cop at an intersection. This guy had wild hair, a scraggly
beard, and his clothes looked like he had been sleeping in a dirt
field. He had a beer in each hand and a bottle of whiskey in his back
pocket. He staggered up to the bike cop, barely maintaining balance
and asked, 'Hey officer, can I borrow your bike?' and laughed. The
cop didn't respond and when the light turned green, sped away on the
bike.
The Tarheels didn't work out for me, but the Angels on the run line
did. Played craps to a standstill, as the sevens seemed evenly spaced
out. Slots were a little more brutal.
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muckdog
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