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i was grateful for every breath i took in that country. along with the sweet, pristine air, i also sucked in the intangible that give and enrich life. nourishment from air, we cannot live without air. the spirits and energy filled me up, and i was content with the delicious chi that came with simply existing in that space. i came alive with the electricity that manifested from my lungs to my entire being.

the air quality here is questionable. i was enamored by the romantic vibe of ocean's gang and the rat packers of long ago, but i can now detect a stale whiff of desperation that lingers like cigarette smoke. a city that attracts the criminal element and all the feng shui that goes with it. the famed las vegas blvd skyline has somewhat lost it's shiny luster as i venture beneath the glossy exterior.