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It's not everyday a guy gets guns drawn on him....
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Dammit! Busted by the Highway Patrol again. Clocked at 89 mph!

Jeez, I need a radar detector, t poor wannabe millionaire thought to himself, prolly-----

(in real time this is when Vegas Baby, while typing this memo on his handy-dandy smartphone, was RUDELY interrupted)

After taking Vegas Baby's driver's license and running it, the Highway Patrolman stepped out of his car. When he saw the cop unstrap his gun he knew he was in for some drama.

Unbeknownst to him, FIVE other cop cars had converged on him.... Out of one of them, another patrolman drew his gun he saw out of the corner of his eye.

As the first cop ordered him out of the car with his hands up and to walk backward he had to cup his hand to his ear cause the cop didn't speak loud enough to overcome the freeway noise. That's when the first shot went off...

JUST KIDDING!!!

The cop merely handcuffed him and placed him in the back of his car. And the other cops gathered round and then began the sifting out of the truth. This is about the fourth time Vegas Baby has been cuffed in the past 7 months.

A former employer, Joey Rubico (his real name, unlike any others in this blog), became a crack fiend-


and used Vegas Baby's name, social security number and age when he got arrested in 2000 for- of all goddamn things, credit card forgery while the hapless wannabe millionaire worked for- you guessed it- a credit card bank! He thought for sure his employer would fire him because of the implications.

Vegas Baby spent 9 frickin days in jail while the authorities sorted his identity out... His bipolar went largely untreated since the jail ass doctor only prescribed him a weak shit mood stabilizer- he could still recall the large white plastic-feeling capsule and its strange taste. His nerves were so shattered he had a hard time remembering how to sign his name for months afterwards.

That adventure also cost his mother $5000 for a lawyer to even begin to work on the case and it still took him a week to get him out.

After a couple more mistaken arrests and multiple handcuffings, the cops found out the felonious sod had a 6 inch scar on his left knee. This became Vegas Baby's way out of going to jail every time a cop ran his name.

On the side of the freeway, one Highway Patrolman examined his knee and said, "I don't see a scar, do you?" Vegas Baby almost laughed outloud at that....

So, the cops uncuffed the future casino maven and told him he should get Metro Police Department to sort this out. Vegas Baby refrained from going through the whole spiel about how he contacted the officer in charge of Record Challenges and was assured that there was a total separation between his crack addicted fomer boss and the future darling of the Las Vegas casino industry....