In that moment, there were a few things I was sure of.

I was not in a comfortable chair with decent lighting.

I sure wasn’t at the Belagio..

And I was as sure as heck that I wasn’t in Vegas anymore.

However, in this mix of certainties, with my wrists & lips currently married with duct tape in a dingy hotel room, one of my many uncertanties pierced my thoughts:

They say “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

I wonder if that’s true here in Atlantic City.