I graduated from Sin City High. Not Western and not Gorman those chumps. If you're going to graduate from a High School in Las Vegas for crying out loud you might as well go all out or all in or something. Back then it was not officially known as Sin City High School it was graciously called Las Vegas High School. If I remember correctly it was two blocks Off the Strip and two blocks off of Charleston which turned into downtown and ended at Number One Main Street. It was a simpler more gracious time. Those days. There's no such thing as a man purse. There were no undressed 20-something year old babes strolling through the hotels. Back then cocktail waitresses with just the right amount of cleavage showing and those beautiful long legs that was pretty much all that was showing back then. Unless you actually went to a Las Vegas show. Now family venues include regular customers walking around undressed. What has happened to the sincity that I knew and loved? Oh that's right they had transvestites though. Yes they pretty much looked the same back then as they look today sort of like these guys dressed up like women. Sort of masculine women that you see and think maybe not.
even back then las vegas could have its awkward moments. I rode on a yellow school bus to school everyday. Just like kids ride on all over the country to this very day. One day we pulled up to a stop light. There just happened to be a city bus stop at the same stop light. And waiting at the city bus stop was a 70 year old woman. It was very hot. The temperature of Las Vegas that is. And this woman was wearing a very loose blouse and no bra. You could easily see that her breasts sagged down past her navel. The perky young 16 year old girl sitting next to me looked out the window then she looked at me and she said how embarrassing. Why I'm telling you about it I'm not sure. you try to forget things like that. It would have been a great opportunity to say something like I bet your breasts don't look like that, but all I could do was stare and look away.
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