Steve's place across the street? The one that sold the glass pipes to the tourists? Oh, yeah the city closed that place down eventually. There are conflicting stories as to what exactly happened there. The version of events I know of came mostly from Tommy.
Tommy didn’t really ever want to be a security guard, he wanted rather to be a private investigator, but what was it between 60-80% of those dudes were police first, and he didn’t really know if he could hack police academy and all. But the security companies in Vegas, well, of course they did the whole hair testing bit, which could test for cannabis back a good year. That’s where Stoner Steve-O came into the picture, initially. Stoner Steve-O had a complete shelf full of something like thirty different drugs that the government had just never bothered to make illegal. Like the effects or not, these were hard mind altering substances, in some cases perhaps stronger then drugs you could score on the street. Metro couldn’t do anything about it because Stoner Steve-O actually wasn’t breaking any laws on any of that. It was actually a good steady source of income, you had a lot of enlisted men who had a taste for cannabis from the base nearby that would drop in for the product Spark 40 which was very similar in effects to pot. A bunch of junkies would come by for the kratom, which reminded them a little of heroin or helped them to get off heroin for some reason. There were a few professional gamblers that would come by for the Red Dawn Vector pills, one pro- blackjack player would order the shit by the carton, go gamble for 12 hours straight, come out about fourteen-hundred dollars the richer. Other places were getting wise to the Spice thing though, so he had the edge on them with some other products. Baby woodrose seeds, which contained the chemical L.S.A.- a chemical somewhat close in effects to its better known cousin, L.S.D.. Of course, it being near Freemont Street, no amount of legal drugs was ever going to remove or change the presence of the illegal ones. Even when people had a drug like Spark 40 which was totally legal readily available to them, it was still the truth that radically more people would take cannabis over it, perhaps not believing that Spark 40 actually worked. The DEA came after synthetic cannabis type substances about a year later. Steve-O of course kept glass pipes for pot smoking in stock, but he also had something else which got the really scary people coming in- that was to say, meth pipes and crack pipes. Those customers you could count on, they’d be back. Most certainly they would be back, even if that meant at two in the morning they’d be ringing Stoner Steve-O’s door looking for a meth pipe. He had to sell those on the sly. It wasn’t so illegal that Stoner Steve-O would go to jail, he’d just get fined. Those were some characters that bought that shit. Wiggles the prostitute, she was a winner. One day she walked in the door and told Steve-O that she’d just super-glued her shoes together.
“Why did you do that, Wiggles?” asked Steve-O.
“Crack” she answered.
Wiggles would come into the store a lot to get crack pipes. Often she’d tell Steve-O about how much she liked giving the old BJs. Steve-O would get tempted, but he never actually took Wiggles up on her discount oral sex rates. Wiggles annoyed the fuck out of Tommy, who was not exactly clean cut, but certainly right wing, with an NRA-type libertarian vibe, the kind of person that had a Ron Paul bumper-sticker. Tommy would mock Wiggles when she wasn’t there. “Bahaha, keep on smoking that crack rock, Wiggles” he’d joke. Steve-O had to be more diplomatic about the street trash types, because when business was otherwise slow, Steve-o could depend on the regular clients like Wiggles to come it. Steve-O didn’t follow politics as closely or with the same passion Tommy did, because Steve-O had a felony, narcotics related, of course. He’d some domestic shit on his record too from his ex-wife. Tommy was good to go with the guns, and loved going to the fire ranges just for the fun of it, so that’s why he got the call from Steve-O about the plans for the medical marijuana dispensary, once Steve-O meet the couple with the medical marijuana cards who said they were looking for space to use for a dispensary.
The burn went something like this, loosely speaking. Money was coming into Steve-O's place from a former boxer named Mike who was a Gypsy(Roma) and was involved with elements of Gypsy(Roma) organized crime operating in Las Vegas. This couple, this guy Kevin and his wife, showed up at Steve-O's doors with this plan they had to get a dispensary going. This was all good and well in Steve-O's mind, but Steve-O was getting high off his own supply of legal substances that were just as potent if not more so then street drugs in combinations that had likely never been tried before. What Steve-o didn't catch until it was way to late was the tattoo of a swastika on the small of the wive's back-i.e., the couple were Nazi Skinheads. They called Tommy over to interview for the security position. Kevin bragged about how he used to run an escort service in California. He told a story about how his friend David Elm made millions on a webpage that reviewed escorts, but he'd gotten busted, Kevin had said, because Elms had tried to find a hit man on Craig's List.
"Was he on drugs?"
"Crack"
"What is he syndicate?"
"I don't know what he is" said Kevin the Nazi Skinhead with fear in his voice.
After some discussion, Tommy said goodbye and told them if they had some work for him, to give him a call. Tommy got the call the next day, and what the call was Steve-O saying that the couple had stolen four thousand dollars from him.
Oddly enough, a couple of the Gypsies had the same plans as the Nazi Skinheads had said that they had had, and once again Steve-O had suggested Tommy be armed guard. However, just like with the Nazi Skinhead couple, a call came about a day latter saying it wouldn't happen, the Gypsies were fighting over money, apparently an amount no larger then a few thousand dollars- far less then the medical dispensary was potentially worth It was for the best though- a year later metro would be shutting down all the medical marijuana places in town.
Apparently,that's an unusual M.O. for Gypsies doing the Gypsy organized crime type thing. What I've heard is that the one thing will get you thrown out and shunned from Gypsy society is is getting involved with drugs. I don't know what specific clan these Gypsies belonged to and like all things involving Gypsies, the matter is extremely mysterious. In more general terms ways, for outsiders I will explain there's a lot of weirdness involving Jewish and Eastern European organized crime that takes place in Las Vegas and very little is really known about what it is. The part about the Gypsies is mysterious.
Another mysterious detail was about the medical marijuana cards. Steve-O said that the Nazi Skinhead definitely had a health problem of some sort, and that it might have been HIV/AIDS. So much for the master race, eh?
The most curious part was what became of the Nazi Skinhead's friend, David Elms. He was in the papers a little bit, although I'm surprised it wasn't a bigger story. Here's his little story within a story-
David Elms was apprehended at the border trying to get back into the United States from Mexico Can you believe that? He skipped bail, went traveling around the world, and then several months later he was arrested trying to get back into the United States from Mexico. He had walked across on foot, his passport was flagged by suspicious border guards. He looked agitated and nervous, and possibly high. He had, indeed, quite the record and police picked him up and took him back to San Diego to await extradition to Arizona because he was wanted there on a number of charges
It was strange that he had bothered coming back to the United States at all. He was, after all, a millionaire and had spent the last few months traveling the world, Dubai, Armenia, Mexico- but then came home to the very place where he was wanted. An odd choice, the answers to which maybe even he wasn’t really sure.
It was highly possible that he was the wealthiest crackhead in the world. While the general region of the United States he had come from was sieged by an epidemic of crystal meth usage and black tar heroin from across the Mexican border, Elms remained true to his favorite drug, good old crack cocaine, even after he had millions of dollars from his other hobby, having sex with high paid escorts. He was not a pimp, he’d let other people take care of that end of the business. He was actually just a john, but he was a john with a really clever idea. One day while he was having a bowel movement and smoking some crack cocaine out of his favorite glass pipe, it occurred to him that someone should make a webpage dedicated to reviewing prostitutes. He almost fell off the toilet seat. What a great idea, how come know when else had thought of it? Maybe they simply hadn’t smoked enough high grade crack rock like he had, or had never been as frequently frustrated by call girls as he had.
He generally had a handgun on hand when he called a girl over. Bitches could be known to try and steal his cash, and he was very sure that he would prefer to hold a gun to their heads rather then let them make off with his wallet. He did, after all, want more call girls and more crack to smoke. His favorite thing in the whole world was having his dick sucked while he smoked some crack rock out of that good old crack pipe. But then all of a sudden, his three hundred dollar escort would use her teeth. Fuck, he would think. Who does this cunt think she is? If she uses her teeth one more time, I’ll knock them out of her skull. He did not want some call girls teeth ruining his sloppy wet BJ with crack rock on the side ever again, and if it did happen, he wanted every john on the west coast, no, every john on the planet, to know about it. That way, the bitches career would be over. Costumer service would finally come first for him, and by making it a pay site, he could get all the money he wanted to get blond escorts with big hooters to suck him off while he sucked that glass dick, as it was sometimes called, and let that nice crack smoke go down really smooth while the prostitute caressed his fat hairy testicles and finally let him shoot his load all over her silicone-filled tits.
With his new concept of a escort review webpage, he could get those five star escorts with the breast implants and the blonde hair to blow him while he smocked crack for free. If they didn’t give him thousand and thousands of dollars worth of services for free, then their careers in the glamorous adult entertainment and services industry would be over. It was so brilliant. He registered a domain name and made it so.
The money flowed like a win at a casino or crack smoke from the glass dick right into his lungs, until, before he knew it he was a millionaire. He often wondered if he was the richest crackhead in the world, and he figured there might be a lot of doctors and lawyers out in Orange County that had crack habits on the sly, but he was making millions of his webpage, the Erotic Review, and so he figured that it could very easily be true. He really was in crack pipe and hooker heaven, that he had really made it after all. He was so proud of his accomplishments, and he maintained his webpage, smoked that good rock and had the real deal high paid hookers deep six his cock with both hands on his fat ass.
Then there was that bullshit in LA with the bitch that tried to rob him. She told police that he had forced her to blow him at gunpoint. He got hit with illegal weapons position for the 40 cal, which law enforcement love for its stopping power, and for the drugs, but they never had enough to hit him with the rape charge. She was, after all, a stupid bitch.
He was a real lady charmer, and as such, he didn’t really understand how any woman could refuse him. That’s when the problems with the bitch started.
The Skinhead said the woman was David's girlfriend. She needed to be dealt with. Didn’t she realize that he was David Elms? He would ruin her life, her career as call girl forever. First, he’d slap her name on the Erotic Review, with her real birth name and address and all that. Then he found out where her family was and he sent a little e-mail informing them of the woman's real job. There was some whole extended conflict with this one women
Then there was that douche bag with the rip off webpage. SexWorker.com. Another David, David something or other. Something had to be done about him. He’d try his best to escape into the sensation of a blonde escort with five star tits sucking his semen out of his balls like she could suck a golf ball threw a garden hose while he held that sweet crack smoke in his lungs. He’d get a freebie two girl special with one escorts tit in his mouth and the other with his nuts in her mouth like a squirrel. Then he'd take hits from the glass dick as they call it. That would remind him momentarily that he had to expand the forum section on TER to include a transexual section to his page or something like that. but none of it worked, his rage towards the bitch would always come back. He’d just keep thinking of that bitch and the other David and he want a bullet right between their eyes and end their worthless lives right then and there. Like he didn’t have enough problems with the legal hassle from the escort who complained to the police about him forcing her head down on his prick with a gun pointed in her ear. He thought of a funny line about that sometimes.
One weekend he was super bored with working on the Erotic Review and meeting with lawyers (snore) so he jumped in his car to hang in Arizona and get away from it all.
Well, after buying a really huge amount of crack he got what he thought was a real great idea at the time. He decided he’d try to get some firearms illegally on Craig’s List and arrange to have the bitch wiped out of existence for good. While he was at it, he could get somebody to beat the crap out of that douche at Sexworker.com that stole his idea.
He decided to try Craig’s List. He actually found a guy that seemed like he could help him out. The problem was, this guy was an undercover.
He also had missed a court date on that thing with the escort that said he had forced her to suck his dick.
It was all bullshit, he eventually got across the border over into Mexico and then he traveled more or less all over the world with money transfers from The Erotic Review. For some reason he thought it was a good idea to cross back from Mexico on foot into the very part of the United States he was wanted in. The cops in Southern California couldn't make head or tail of it. I think he's still in prison. He might be in for life, I'd have to look it up. The amazing David Elms line was something along the lines of "I started the Erotic Review because in the adult services industry there was no way to make people morally accountable for their actions".
Steve-O was never quite bad like that, he was never quite like someone like David Elms. He did have a close relationship with his teenage son, but he really was an enabler for the kid's habit, which eventually became a fanatical burden on him. I think he got hit with the thing about the meth pipes. The city was not happy about that, I've heard. Gambling is a double edged sword it brings prosperity into areas where it has been introduced- the Native American reservations, for example. Clearly some people have real problems with it as well- with many of these lower level street walkers around here gambling is as much their problem as drugs. But that crystal meth is the worst. There was that one guy who would drop by Steve-O's on meth and rant about how he was going to kill some bitch and fuck her corpse. What the fuck was his name? Can't recall his name off hand. Guy ended up homeless, no surprises there. I think it was the meth pipes that Steve-O got nailed with eventually. It was kind of sad when they put up the sign saying it was closed. It's for the best it really magnetized, shall we say, undesirable clients. The real bad end of welfare people. Various states are trying to put in laws trying to put in mandatory drug testing for people who receive welfare. And people are trying to fight it, which to me is just insanity.
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