Vegas Baby, Vegas
Back in January I was the victim of a suckerpunch/kick in the head in Studio 54, located within the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. I suffered a large black eye, eye contusions and a split lip that required seven stitches. The perpetrators got away. I asked the hotel security to review the video tapes. They refused. My company's corporate attorney also asked (it was a business trip/event), they turned him down too. This week three people died as the result of a casino shooting frenzy involving bikers. Apparently the police got all of
that on tape and they are quite proud of the fact that they are conducting an in-depth investigation. I wonder why that is on tape and my assault isn't. Granted a triple homicide beats a split lip any day of the week. But violence is violence and all those cameras up there lead one to feel safer than one should. A Vegas cabbie explained to me that if the clubs get too many police reports they can be shut down. So possibly it was in the hotel's best interest not to be very helpful. In fact when I demanded to file a police report, MGM security started to treat me very unkindly and started to watch everything I did.
Now I love Vegas. I've been going there since I was a kid. Everytime I go I have a weird and fun time. But I'd just like to weigh in on one point. Vegas is not safe. It isn't the fun family atmosphere they want you to believe it is, maybe that's part of the charm. I can't wait to go back but this time I'm bringing the brass knuckles.
