O2 at Las Vegas Airport, Breathe Deep
From my spot just across the bar in the smokers lounge I watched various customers breathe deep for relief. It didn’t look like many businessmen were stopping by but many sad young male gamblers sure were. It may have had something to do with the exotic looking bartender that worked the O2. Included in the ten minutes of heavy breathing was her using some strange massage machines on sagging shoulders. I felt guilty as I exhaled from my cigarette, the smoke drifted straight across the concourse and settled above the O2.

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