Weed is legal in Las Vegas now and the reason why I'm completely stoned from potent doobs and dabs of rick Simpson oil, but its economics the reason I'm in a random strip mall tucked away from the strip. The schmancy hotel casino's laundry service is so expensive I couldn't fathom paying $5 to wash a single pair of underwear even if I happened to be rich as fuck...
Anyway, I jumped on yelp and another doob and Lyft later I'm at the Coin laundry grooving to Micheal Jackson mixing a lethal baking soda/bleach mix for the tightie-whiteys. Was gonna kill the 20 min wash time with another doob so I started to walk around the strip mall, passing some random flooring place so weird bar Asian barbecue which almost tempted me but then I saw these words...
CHICKPEAS.
Fuck yeah the best decision I made this day while barely functioning. Creamy hummus warm pita...
Served by cuties I was in heaven. College football playing...This is THE hangout spot when guys running errands and his girl and her family's is back at home and he literally has a 20 minute why cycle before he has to get back in dry the whites. Or just some random dude like me in Vegas for a few nights with dirty underwear.