I’m glad to do it and thanks for getting up early here. “Yeah, that’s me! I’m the owner of this casino! I also own The Golden Gate down the street.” he replied.
I immediately walked up to him and asked, “Are you the ‘Derek’ that’s pictured on the ad for ‘Win Derek’s Vette’ outside?” He was surrounded by a gaggle of men that appeared to work for him, smiling at everything he said, laughing at his jokes and basking in his aura. I thought nothing of it until I walked into the casino, looked to my right, and saw the same guy sitting at the longest bar in Vegas (at least, according to The D). The copy above read “Win Derek’s Vette!”. At one of the entrances was a cardboard standee, with an image of a hefty man in a power-suit, driving a sports car, with a beautiful blonde in the passenger seat. During our people watching we came across the exterior of a casino called simply “ The D“. This ran the gamut of a duo who breakdanced to rap music blaring from their boombox, to another pair dressed up as Peter Criss and Ace Frehley of KISS, both in ass-exposing thongs. Street performers and costumed eccentrics were there, entertaining, and posing for photos.
