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Vegas, baby. Here we come. My first real trip. My first time west of the Mississippi—well, technically not true. I think my mom took me to St. Louis once when I was a kid,but this… this was different. This was freedom. The bags were packed, the nerves tucked somewhere deep under the excitement.The weed was in my bag, the ecstasy was with Andy (which I’d never tried—until t …

Man, man, oh man—where do I even begin? It’s been... checks calendar... two weeks? Shit. So much for that “I’m doing my best to keep up with this weekly blog” talk. (Picture me rolling my eyes at myself.) But here I am. No excuses. It’s late. Everyone’s asleep. The house is quiet in that sacred, soft kind of way, and I told myself, “Eric, just write …