Unfortunately, the sidewalks on Tropicana are quite narrow - the telltale signs of a city made for drivers. To make up for these harrowingly narrow sidewalks, I just keep my flipflop dragging on the top of the back wheel, to control my speed.
After fifteen minutes of free-gliding, I come to a stop at a storm drain. I'm enthralled because I quickly find three new birds I'd never seen before. They are picking at the garbage in the storm drain. Chewing on some leftover burrito. The litter is overwhelming here.
At street level in Las Vegas, I see cigarette butts, soda bottles filled with piss and chucked out of a car. I see plastic wrappers and bits of rubber, car parts and cleaning supplies. The storm drain is like that too, only more.
I pass a billboard which says, "Baker Development. We are the Masters at Master Planned Communities."
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