Viva Las Vegas

I thought my life was becoming normal. I haven't written much because nothing is really going on. So in typical fashion, something just as random as being mugged over some tapioca pudding. What has to be the world's worst Elvis impersonator handed me this at the commissary...

I really need to start going to a different commissary.

On second thought, if I did that, I might not have anything to blog about ever again.