Plenty of names come-and-go. I could begin with Avery Ares and you'd say: “no, no -- Kamryn Burke”. And if I agree with you on Ms. Burke today, the next day you'd tell me you were already into Zahra Shaffer, and so on.

Because the "normal" would’ve been an uphill battle. You'd end up mud-wrestling with the illusion that you've ever conceived something that is real. Pornography doesn't lie about its fabrication, its imagination, its style. No shadow is kept elusive here under the humdrum of the onanists.

When you look through the eyes of our brave men and women, you'll find their rifles pointed at the Dam. Yet, their eyes seek the Strip. They'd quietly envy Crocker and his MPs, but would they be able to sit snugly if they were that neck-deep in filth at each and every waking moment? Being in his shoes, you'd face the wasteland with courage and composure. Yet, you'd flinch at calls coming to your desk. Those calls; they came from men whose Mojave is their Ultra-Luxe's penthouses and nothing else.. And that's only Vegas we're talking about here.