Friday, March 27, 2015

Vegas '06


It’s summer vacation. Danny, Mohammed, and I are 19, broke, and bored out of our minds. We decide to go to Vegas. Just the three of us. Because our other friends are smart enough to know that if you can’t gamble, drink, or rent a hotel room, what’s the point of going? But we take off anyway, optimistic and hopeful for adventure in my mom’s Toyota Camry.