Vegas Weekend, Part Three
Here’s how seeing women dangling their feet in tubs of water while tiny fish nibbled on them triggered a nightmarish memory I had suppressed.
Here’s how seeing women dangling their feet in tubs of water while tiny fish nibbled on them triggered a nightmarish memory I had suppressed.
Here are some stories from my weekend in Las Vegas, including a stroll down Fremont Street and why I didn’t pay $60 just for the privilege of walking into this giant pool / sportsbook complex.