Memories of the Las Vegas Club

Read MoreThe Las Vegas Club in downtown Las Vegas was a smelly armpit of a casino, coated in a mix of disgusting bodily fluids and cheap booze, the dingy carpets dusted in cigarette ash and I adored every sick square sentimental inch of all that rotten residue and loved blowing every dumb dollar I wasted there. Here’s my recollection of the joy of tackiness.








