In an unprecedented turn of events, I woke up in Vegas not hungover and decided to go for a run. I stepped outside into the light and closed my eyes, feeling the beauty of the bright sun on my face and the un-taintable promise of a new day... and immediately was nearly plowed over by a large madman on a Rascal. As he wildly careened past me, we made eye contact and I stared right into his dead fish eyes leading into his black rabid soul. I watched him recede into the darkness of the casino, and in two blinks, he was gone. Was he simply an apparition? I guess we'll never know. Good morning, Sin City.