Fremont Street Stormtrooper

Fremont Street is always hopping.
Even in the morning.
There are slots in the kitsch shops
and restaurants so that you never have
to stop gambling. This is America on steroids.
Music blaring out of everywhere so that
you become oblivious to it after a while.
And of course, the constant hustles.
And everyone expects a tip for everything.
Ask directions, they hold out their hand.
A storm trooper in full Star Wars garb
is playing the flamenco guitar. Then he starts
playing the Star Wars theme song. I am suddenly cognizant
of the fact that this is the only place in the world
where this is likely going on. As we are leaving Fremont
and making our way back down the strip,
the storm trooper speeds by on his motorbike
with his guitar slung over his back. Still dressed as a storm trooper.
Making a right off the strip before
speeding away.