Wendover, Utah
I no longer fear death. I have been to my hell. So at least I know what to expect.
Imagine a place isolated for one-hundred miles in any direction. On the east side of a mountain range surrounded by alkali desert. Imagine now that there are hotels in this town but no restaurants. The only facilities are in casinos.
Recall where you’re at, the sheer, barren isolation of it. Now attempt to imagine the quality of these casinos, and of the people who frequent them.
It’s the worst place on Earth, my friends. And I am in it.
Hell, maybe I already died somewhere out in the Nevada desert and I am in hell. That’s OK if true. At least I won’t have to live through the next President.