The Vegas wrap-up
things I did in vegas:
- sat by a gigantic fish tank in the forum shops at ceaser’s palace, almost had a heart attack and died when a gigantic (and really, I mean gigantic – like wider than I am gigantic) stingray came up behind me and started licking the glass. GEEZUS.
- ate at the cheesecake factory, said three words to the waiter and was immediately asked, “you’re from vancouver, aren’t you?” … i’m still not sure how he figured that out. there is no such thing as a vancouver accent? (a westcoast accent, maybe.)
- saw shows (cirque du solie, phantom of the opera)
- two words: valet parking. it makes you feel like royalty.
- ran through the venetian in 3.5 inch silver nine west heels, did not fall and spill my blood on the italian marble as one would assume would happen.
Brother becomes an entrepreneur, makes a 60% return on his investment
Internet, I would like you to meet my brother.
Some may know him as the boy who uses his sister for target practice. Other may remember him as the boy who doesn’t bathe. But now, you will remember him as the gun-shooting, non-bathing entrepreneurial hustler who has just leveraged $25 to make $40.
Did I mention he’s only 13?
Let me explain how he did this.