RIP Nevada Palace.
Having an ancient and decrepit casino in my backyard was more than just convenient, it was a way of life.
Sigh.
Gone are the days of $1.99 breakfast specials, parking lot brawls, old waitresses and bartenders that call me Honey, and vehicle collisions outside my apartment complex.
As of February 29th, they are no more. Like everything else in this city, they will be imploded and turned into a larger, more expensive casino.
At least I have the memories and an unbranded ashtray.