It got down to 58 degrees here in Vegas overnight and very soon sleeping under the stars will no longer be an option. My plan is to pass off some worthless tournament chips to an unwitting landlord. Failing that, it's back to the shelter.
As a former lumberjack and subsistence farmer, I currently live in a Las Vegas shelter for the homeless. Having totally depleted my poker bankroll, I am training to become a short order cookcolon hydrotherapistBig Six Wheel dealer head lice removal technician.