Bleeding in Las Vegas

Gotta phone call from Denni Blue this afternoon, turns out he's down South in Las Vegas drunker than shit on cheep booze and no sleep. Let me tell you something about Denni, it's excess or nothing with him and he just got out of an ashram someplace in Arizona bettering his soul and tuning into some new age bullshit about vortex energy, so now he's balls to the wall whooping it up in the big city of lights with some young guy from his working days. Say's they were up all night and he can't remember much, say's he's got a cut above his eye and can't remember his hotel room number. Tells me he's going for breakfast at Hooters and suddenly he recalls picking up some ladies of the night, when he gets them back to his room he can't remember the combination to the safe and that's where his wallet is. So he wakes up alone with his buddy pounding the house keeper in the bed next to his and the lobby is phoning telling him it's check out time. So they leave that Hotel, half way ran off and check into another Casino/Hotel and his buddy runs off to some business meeting and that's when he phones me telling me he can't remember the kid's last name that they booked the room under and he's going to sleep on the table at Hooters while he waits for his food.