Sin City Presents Magazine January 2019 Volume 6 Issue 1 - Page 54

state of the scene & society

steven troy

What's NOT so much fun is partying until you don't really know what you’re doing, your judgment is seriously impaired, and now, you're a danger to yourself and others. THAT'S not a party. It's a tragedy that happens FAR too many times, every day, everywhere, but, again, the nature of this town makes it so much easier to get there. When you don't know when to stop, and when you believe you're just fine to do whatever you may want, is when there's serious problems, potentially for EVERYONE, not just you. I'm gonna talk about weed really quick here. I don't smoke it anymore, haven't for quite a long time, but it's relatively harmless... not counting laziness and potential weight gain due to some serious munchies. Alcohol is FAR worse. Weed's not gonna make you start fights, be belligerent, or jump in your car when you REALLY shouldn't... which brings us to the moral of this rant... and a segue from last month. Let's rewind a couple weeks. We all heard about the straight fucking idiot that hopped in her Camaro at 8:30 in the morning and went wailin' off down Eastern at 103!!! miles an hour!!! and killed a little kid... AND put his parents in the hospital. As much as most traffic accidents are avoidable, THIS one was completely unconscionable. This is so far beyond wrong that words simply cannot begin to even come close to describing how bad this really was. If I've

had a couple beers, I'm REAL mellow when I drive, which I kinda am anyway. NO ONE FOR ANY REASON! Should be driving like that, drunk and that fast. I hope that scumbag NEVER sees freedom again, and I hope the girls in the 'joint with her are REAL... nice... Which brings me to the conclusion... just DON'T, people

BIO

Steven Troy is a musician and journalist from San Diego, California. He came to Las Vegas in 1994, and began his career in journalism in 2006. For 11 years, he wrote a column called The Asylum, which was published monthly in Vegas Rocks! magazine. He was also the Production Manager of the first 3 Vegas Rocks Magazine Awards shows, the first 2 in the Elvis theater at the Hilton hotel, the last at The Joint inside the Hard Rock. He was a co-host on the internet television show Sally Rocks Vegas, and was part of the production team for the internet television station Radiozone1, co-producer of several shows, the most notorious of which was Assault on Area 51. He began playing guitar at age 11, and joined his first band at age 12. He was part of the Southern California Glam scene in the late '80's, and was Lead Guitarist for the power metal band Seventh Calling in 2011.

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So... the holidays are OVER!!! Not a moment too soon!

It's like, after Halloween, MOST Americans... pretty sure most of the REST of the world doesn't celebrate our dumb holidays... starts gettin' all geared up, like it's a race, a big, huge RUSH into Christmas... then... New Year's Eve, the biggest party of the year, then... BOOM! Nothing. Same shit, different year. All that pressure and stress... for... nothing. Do you feel better? You gave, and contributed, got in touch with people you REALLY want nothing to do with, played nice, when you would rather have smacked the shit out of them, and made up for all of your greedy sins of the past year... zero difference. Me, I'm the grinch that stole Christmas, and rolled it up in his spleef. But! A new year IS a time to celebrate! Mainly 'cause we all made it thru another one... gettin' harder and harder to do, these days. And I'm glad you did, dear reader... who else would listen to my ranting? It IS a time for reflection... tune out now, if you read my shit for the amusement value.

It was a ROUGH year for me. No Bunny Bitch... lost my dad... no Bunny Bitch... my boy Rick Harrison lost HIS dad... a man I knew and have a TREMENDOUS amount of respect for... no Bunny Bitch... and, most importantly, I spent more time in my GORGEOUS hometown than I have since I left, lo those many moons a go, to deal with the loss of a man I'm STILL not so sure of. We had a VERY difficult relationship. Two Alpha males just don't fly so well. I think, much deeper, and FAR more poignant, was the time I spent wandering around my hometown, all alone, going to all the places of my youth, looking for... something... that was not there. A lot has changed... but nothing has changed. It was the same-o-same-o that I left, the same streets, the same names, all doing the same thing... I left because I knew, even back then, that life was NOT there, anymore... it was somewhere else, and I had to find it... wherever it may be. I found it. Several weeks wandering around the streets I grew up in solidified what I already knew... my life is HERE, in VEGAS, baby, THIS is where I'm comfortable, THIS is HOME, for me... you're stuck with me, peeps! Thanks, Bunny Bitch! Now... how ' bout a booty call...? You know you want to!

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SIN CITY PRESENTS MAGAZINE | JANUARY 2019