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I eat breakfast at the McDonald's downstairs in the Whiskey Pete's casino; there's more garbage than food on my table

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1395-mcd.jpg I wake up this morning at Primm, Nevada and peek outside across the swimming pool to a cool and extremely windy dayThumbnailsI pack up the 10-ton bike, and roll it out down the hall to the Whiskey Pete's elevatorI wake up this morning at Primm, Nevada and peek outside across the swimming pool to a cool and extremely windy dayThumbnailsI pack up the 10-ton bike, and roll it out down the hall to the Whiskey Pete's elevatorI wake up this morning at Primm, Nevada and peek outside across the swimming pool to a cool and extremely windy dayThumbnailsI pack up the 10-ton bike, and roll it out down the hall to the Whiskey Pete's elevatorI wake up this morning at Primm, Nevada and peek outside across the swimming pool to a cool and extremely windy dayThumbnailsI pack up the 10-ton bike, and roll it out down the hall to the Whiskey Pete's elevatorI wake up this morning at Primm, Nevada and peek outside across the swimming pool to a cool and extremely windy dayThumbnailsI pack up the 10-ton bike, and roll it out down the hall to the Whiskey Pete's elevator

Everything is yellow to brown, no vegetables. What I would really like right now is not this, but an iron bowl of sizzling Korean bibimbap with rice, a fried egg, and vegetable and meat garnish... (but this is the California desert)