I lived in Las Vegas from 2000 to 2003. It’s a karmic hellhole, a crespusculating asshole made of bad vibes and plasterboard. The air is radioactive. It tastes like braised metal and smells like a bedpan being broiled in a toaster oven. The morning sun lays despondently on the horizon, a fat sweltering whore stuffed into a bright orange body stocking. By noon it’s so hot you can’t touch the steering wheel of your car without searing the flesh off your hands. The ‘Strip’ is a shimmering skidmark on the underwear of absolute reality, Fruit Of The Doomed. From my perfectly sculpted Liberace lawn off Flamingo Dr., I could see the Luxor Hotel & Casino jutting into the sky, a giant cancerous nipple spewing a fluorescent stream of toxic milk from its blackened tip. I hate Vegas. The collective I.Q. of the local politicians is less than that of a lobotomized mongoloid suffering the aftereffects of a bad crack habit. I hate the metallic death rattle of the slot machines and the desperate guttural moans of suicidal gamblers as they force feed the blingy machines of certain death. I hate the women in Vegas. I hate the men. I hate the dogs that yank at chains in the backyards of suburban tract houses located on dismal little streets with Disneyesque names like Pirates Cove and Whistling Waters. I hate the people of Vegas because they’re there, too brutalized by the soul deadening aura of the place to lift themselves up and get the fuck out. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas because there’s only room enough for one Hell on this fucking planet…and Vegas is that Hell… a Devil’s circus, Dante’s Cirque Du Soleil.

Underneath the suffocating slab of the city, there is a culture of people who couldn’t get out, who got caught in the teeth of Sin City and now they’re being devoured. Good people in a bad place.

“Deep beneath Vegas’s glittering lights lies a sinister labyrinth inhabited by poisonous spiders and a man nicknamed The Troll who wields an iron bar.”

Read about Vegas’s denizens of the deep at the Mail Online.

Las Vegas journalist Matthew O’ Brian’s book ‘Beneath the Neon: Life and Death in the Tunnels of Las Vegas’ is available here.  Oddly, the book is published as a ‘Travel Holiday Guide’.

 

 
Another article on the Vegas tunnel people previously posted on DM here.