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Begining Thoughts

I hate Vegas, I will say that right now before I continue speaking about myself, I hate this town, I hate how we have everyone from the world coming here, and going VEGAS!!!, I hate the fact that there is so much money on the strip, yet outside in the areas that need it Clark County Nevada is one of the Poorest County's in the State, and guess what.. The Resorts on the Strip, they don't pay anything. They don't give anything to the community, they are a parasite on everything that may have been good here, Las Vegas should be an oasis in the desert, where people from all over come, to replenish themselves, but in all reality; Las Vegas is nothing but a Mirage. I see it, and I hate coming here, but I cannot get out, there is a Vortex keeping me here, there have been things that have happened in the Past that caused me to stay here, and keep me from leaving.

Exile of the Black Sheep

Who am I? Well that can be a highly convoluted question, I could of been somebody big, I could of had the world at my fingers, but I fucked over my future, by living in the now, I fucked over my future by causing the hand that had been feeding me, to turn away, to cause a respected name, to loose face, and than have to cut ties. I am the guy that had everything at his fingertips, and fucked it over. I will never be able to fix the dishonor on my father, my mother tried to help occasionally but I stopped accepting her help, I?ll make it on my own without there help, I don?t need a fucking dime from him. If you are wondering what happened, lets just say that I was a wild person growing up, I didn?t think of the consequences or the impact of my actions. Things got to such an extreme, after the legal fees to keep me out of jail, oh what that would of done to my father, I was cut loose at the age of 16, when you have money you can pull strings, technically it was a voluntary emancipation, but there was so much more involved. So there I am 16 Years old, and legally an adult, who is forced to take care of himself.

Pride becomith the fall

So being lost, having a really good education, that I never really paid attention too, and being able to somewhat fight, Thanks dad for all those classes, you see my father?s plan and idea was that a respected gentlemen needs to be able to defend his family, his home, and his honor. It was extremely old school, yet it worked. Now mother against my fathers word did teach me about the family name, about the long history of the family, what our crest meant, father said that was the old country, that was the old way of life, that was the old family, and we must pave anew instead of be stuck in the past. Anyways, there is a history of the family that stretches back in the time of the Mayans, I now understand what sort of damage I was doing to the name of the family, to the name, to the history. So I did what anyone in my situation would do, I survived.

Survial by any means nessacary

I learned to hang around the right people, I had friends, we did stuff together, if you are wondering what kind of stuff, well cars may have been boosted, walls painted, and just altogether we ran amuck. There was no rhyme, nor reason for it, we were just kids having fun. Anyways it was time for some of us to grow up, and I was one of them, I decided to use my schooling to get my GED and get a good job, you see guys like me, who can fight, who know there way around Vegas and who know what to look for with looking at the difference between skin art, and a sign, someone who knows the whos who of the streets, and can keep the casino safe. You see some casinos are still ran by the mob, and there are reasons that the House always wins. I am part of that reason, I watch people, watch there reactions, and can tell if they have a count going on, you see counting cards isnt illegal, neither is kicking the shit out of people if they are caught, and I got good at that. I also got good with threats with a knife, slide it up there face and slice into it a little at a time, oh how sweet was watching them fret, you see I loved the job, I was able to make money, and live out my darker side..

A chance encounter

But little did I know that my dark side was nothing compared to other things out there, I ran into something I still dont know what it was. It was in our casino like it owned the place, and it had an incredible string of luck on roulette, it was almost as if she, or it knew where the ball was going to be, anyways after 20000 up, the Pit Boss called me in to follow her around and watch her. And she had the best luck ever, she was close to walking out with 1000000 when I heard the pitboss on my ear peice to bring her in. I pulled her aside and it almost seemed as if she was amused when I told her to come with me, she did, and when we got back into the room, it was almost like she knew my baser instincts, what would give me the most pleasure, what would make me the happiest, I would like to say I fought against her words, against the desire to give in, I would like to say I never did so, but I did.. and when I woke up I was in the ICU, I guess I got put in a 5 week coma, there was the money gone, my body was trashed to no other, several broken ribs, an arm, some head tramua, I dont remember what happened after I kissed her... but oh my god no way one woman could do this to me. There was also dreams, that would flash through, its like she was talking to me, but I wasnt sure, I seen rivers of blood, I felt hate, I seen death, and it scared me.. I started looking around and digging into it.. The dreams stopped with some help, and I have gone a little down this rabbit hole, to find my answers, there are theroys of other things out there besides humanity, there are pictures, storys, and it looks like we might not be alone, but one can never be too sure.. I must find out more.

Unnatrual obsession for vengance

Anyways, after waking up and getting back on my feet the casino was just a back drop on my life, what ever that was that did this to me, I must find, and revenge myself, I have never been broken in my life, and I wont let this go unanswered, I decided my skill wasnt enough, I picked up a better weapon and learned how to use it, I spend 4 hours each night just honing my skill with a Jetti, I learned how to be more graceful be more accurate instead of muscling it in. And they dont kill, they instead beat you up to a living hell. I decided this will be my canvas, this will be my calling, i will find out what it was and I will take care of it. Finding the right people to talk with is hard, books only go so far the internet only is reailable up to a fine point, I needed to move rocks, and shake people up. I was determined to find out what this was and how to kill it. I have tipped over many rocks, and still my quest isnt finished, it looks as thought I need to look further down the rabbits hole.

New Life under the Night

(To Be Continued)

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