Jerry's Nugget

Found myself in the men's room at the Plaza Hotel downtown on Friday evening. The $7.77 buffet had been okay, but very crowded and I wasn't able to get as much water as I really wanted. Still, I left a dollar on the table for the effort. At times I forget that all I have is a debit card and feel like a worm when I don't have any cash to tip. Luckily today I had cashed my check (at Sam's Town, where they always give you a free hot dog and a beer) and had some cash on hand.

But again, the meal was over and I was in the restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and liked my reflection for once. I didn't think I looked that bad, though I admit a haircut is in order. I snapped a picture with my phone. Actually I felt weird snapping a picture, because clearly I was in a restroom and I was right next to the urinals. But no one was there, so I struck a pose and took the photo.



I then took my business to the stall. I seem to be working behind, because right after I eat I have to go to the restroom. Maybe I'm eating too much, or maybe it's normal. I have no idea, really, though I am a big fat bloated bastard most of the time.

I like to read the often humorous writings on the walls. People strive for attention in many ways. Some people paint, some people write songs, and some people write crap on the restroom walls.

Well, maybe crap isn't the best way to put it.



JERRY LOVES BIG DICKS IN HIS MOUTH!

Now, like a lot of hand-scrawled graffiti, this one has been edited. You might notice, as I did, that it originally read JERRY LIKES BIG DICKS IN HIS MOUTH, but it was revised. I'm not even sure it was revised by the same person. It could have been Jerry for all I know. It just seems odd. No last name for Jerry? No phone number? I can assure you that there are a lot of people named Jerry who spend their time in Vegas, the most famous being Jerry Seinfeld and Jerry Lewis. But we're talking about the Plaza Hotel here. This is very much a low-rent casino of the common people, so I'm ruling the more famous Jerrys out.

My theory is that this Jerry, certainly not a famous Jerry, wrote it himself. It doesn't come off as an insult per se. It seems like an odd form of public restroom macho gay posturing. He had written how much he liked having dicks in his mouth, but then he rethought the whole thing and said to himself Like them? I *love* them!. And lo, an edit was born.

It seems that maybe I overthink these things. Perhaps it's time for my pills.