I rarely get emotional with my posts, but I guess at some point in your life, you just end up realizing you’ve come a long way. As I write this, I am seated in a corner of the Las Vegas Mc Carran International Airport.

It just so happens that 6 years ago, I was right in this very airport with two of my closest friends. All of us had just turned 21, and had always wondered how livin’ it up in Vegas was like. Strip clubs. Gambling. We were, after all, legally able to do what we wanted to do. More than that, we were in a city where every single person who comes here has no other intention but to let go.

Without going into details — and let’s just say there was something I did here that wasn’t legal (you can ask me about it in person), taking that trip here in 2002 changed my life.

Six years after, and here I am. Back in the very place that allowed me to show what I was made of.

*Sigh*

Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? That doesn’t apply to me. I brought everything with me back home.

*Free wi-fi. All airports should be like this.