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| - There's nothing like eating dinner grilled outside on a hot summer evening.
Even when I was making money, I gave myself inexpensive dining treats to recharge my mental batteries.
At least every week, I thought about the tacos and yes, hot dogs I had from the taco trailer I used to see so many times on Sahara. I had to try it just out of curiosity.
The first time I went it was sunset, they forgot to turn the light sign on. I never even knew there was one. I was curious to the name, so I looked at the permit that confirmed what I called Senior Dogs even after I found out it's newer name. The sign that was lit every time after.
The cool thing was how everything pretty much was made to order, they maybe had some beef and chicken grilling in advance.
It was an easy walk from our apartment when I was home alone and wanted to go for a walk or think, which I did a lot. I worked in noisy environments. I often walked just for the peace of cars whirring by or to look at the crazy things that happen on Vegas streets.
Tacos Mexico is across the street, but I decided the trailer was a better option, then Los Tacos farther down the street if I was really hungry enough to finish a BFB. Big F-ing Burrito.
I used to sit on the cement barrier that faces the Herbs & Rye parking and stare at the awesome sunsets, cloudy and orangy.
Working up hope was a constant exercise for me, that things would get better in looking for work.
One of those magical jobs was what I imagined, where people had "fun" and didn't suck the life out of you with office politics, enforced rules that didn't apply to the "brown collar," and ungrateful employers and customers. A lot of people get paid on the strip to... play. Of course they shared another trait..
The sunlight was getting smaller as it sunk past the mountains and I enjoyed my soda. It was the only time I drank Coke, in a glass bottle, from the nice ladies in the Senior dogs trailer.
I hoped so many times someone would give me a chance to make money and have fun doing it for once.
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