Left Jackson in a rush and took myself up Highway 88. Got to South Lake Tahoe. Checked myself into the Horizon Hotel under an assumed alias and was attempting to settle in for the evening when the three gentlemen on a alcoholic fueled cocaine bender shouting at each other in the room next to thought otherwise. I made my way down to the lobby to reassess things with the hotel staff. I demanded a quiet, lake view balcony room, bottle of jagermeister on ice, dvd copy of rad, and a private tour of the elvis suite.
Elvis has left the building.
For 2 grand a night you can make sexy time in the Elvis bed.
Or suds up in the Elvis tub.
It was pretty surreal seeing the Elvis suite. He had 2 balconies and played a ton of shows at the Horizon back in the day, the suite was pretty intense – Elvis even had a sauna installed and I can just imagine him really sweating it out there. I guess there was an Elvis elevator but I missed out on that. Thanks for the tour, Horizon. It’s really a rad place to stay in South Lake. Request a balcony room, friends.
Don’t forget the Kinky Adventures store at the Horizon. Right down the hall from the arcade.
This dude was brushing his teeth in the hall at some Mexican restaurant in Tahoe City I won’t name by name.
He tried to hide in the corner when he saw me.
When in Truckee you really ought to pretty much always make Tacos Jalisco a mandatory stop.
Their carne asada will blow your mind. Go there now.
Got home and took it straight to the beach.
Just a tampon on the track.
I love stories with a happy ending.





































