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My skin didn't crawl from the heat like it usually does in Pheonix. The air was pleasant enough...I saw some teenagers and 20 somethings struggle with a boat down to the water, all of the water here looks like it was part of the cities design. I'm listening to some songs that I think my dad would like, actually, I put this particular song on a compilation I made for him. I would tell you the song, but it's of no interest or consequence, a lot like this "blog". We're going to Vegas tomorrow, I have a Vegas routine that plays out like a pathetic lack of will and confidence. I usually walk around a casino with some intention of sitting down at a table, but casinos make me nervous, and so I walk the streets that are littered with escort advertisements that do nothing more than mildly peak my curiosity, and then thank my lucky stars that my head is on straight most of the time. I just end up thinking about the mob and money I could've won, but would've ultimately lost. This tour bus is a mess, but it is full of toys...classic timeless toys...like barbie, chutes and ladders and etch-a-sketch. I like when movies or sit-coms make Jesus just a man....I was watching Family Guy today and they were showing a gameshow, and a contestant said "hello Jesus!" and then they showed Jesus sitting on a couch watching TV with a bag of chips, he got all excited..I love when movies display Jesus as more mortal than immortal...it's comforting. I mean, I imagine if I met Eddie Vedder I would have no idea what to say, or how to present myself...and Eddie Vedder is just Eddie Vedder...if I met Jesus, holy crap, what would I say..I'd probably burn up and become the some glowing ember on his cigarette and he'd suck me in to his lungs, and that would be a much safer than living life in a band.