My view of the world

A friend asked me to write a nostalgia piece about Las Vegas, the only constraints are that I try not to mention names of those who are still living and I can’t bad mouth the FBI or Metro, doesn’t leave much does it?

What I’ve found myself thinking about are the number of people I’ve known, and actually liked, who’ve died in recent years.
I just found out that Billy D. from Bangkok died in January, Billy was one of this world’s truely nice guys.
Another guy we both knew, Tony Poe (Poshepny), died in 2003. Tony was the guy they said Brando’s Colonel Kurtz in Apocalypse Now, was based on, he denied it. He was one of the good guys, he fought for an idea, even when he thought the implimentation was broken.
I remember him insisting on being the loudest guy in the bar, but he never started shit and he always seemed to enjoy life.

Others are gone as well, the brothers I rode with are mostly dead or taking advantage of the time share opportunities offered by the local, state and federal authorities.
Mostly, the people I knew well and liked, were a few years older than I was, now, I’m the old dude in the crowd, and yes, I give the youngsters advice they don’t take and I find myself telling stories to an audience that has no idea what I’m talking about and could care less.

I’m feeling my mortality and I’m a little depressed, but I’ll get over it, I’ve just kinda run out of people I want to talk to.

The only question I have is, how the hell do I write a story about the more interesting people I’ve known here in Vegas, without mentioning what a bunch of assholes the Bureau has sent to our fair city?