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You often don't realize you're in a fight until you're deep in it.

I had been off the grid for about a week, and my readers wanted to know why.

Why was I gone for so long?

I went to Las Vegas, but this trip was different due to threats and the Iran War.

I had to take precautions because some people don't like my outspoken ways.

No detail could be ignored.

I stood in front of a Las Vegas sign.

I moved to the airport under the cover of darkness for safety.

This plan had two benefits: I could move when the city was quiet, and the empty streets gave me an advantage.

The plan didn't work as I had two unexpected visitors at my door.

I saw two men I had never seen before, and they seemed just as surprised to see me.

I had to decide quickly if this was a threat or not.

Someone won $3.3 million on a slot machine at the airport.

Sometimes, you have to face problems head-on.

I quickly approached the two men and decided they weren't an immediate threat, so I left.

I got to the airport without issues and my goal was to blend in and get on the plane quickly.

Things were about to get even stranger.

I chose a seat near the cockpit for safety.

The flight became unusual when a metal gate was closed off near the cockpit.

The plane landed safely.

My Las Vegas vacation had begun.

I disappeared into the crowd and didn't want to draw attention to myself.

Things were about to get weird again.

My driver seemed normal but started talking about unusual topics.

It was not a normal conversation.

I was asked about sex, which was strange.

I made careful statements, assuming I was being recorded.

I wanted to get out of the taxi as soon as possible.

Working-class people have common sense, and this conversation was strange.

I got out at the Cosmopolitan and wanted to play blackjack.

I put my stuff in my room, which was very luxurious for a working-class guy like me.

The room was amazing, with a big bedroom and a hot tub.

I wasn't going to lie, it was an epic room.

I went to the blackjack table in the high-limit room.

I used my working-class money to play, and some people might wonder why I was in the high-limit room.

The answer is simple: privacy.

The high-limit room at the Cosmo is nice and secluded.

I have to worry about threats, so I need to be careful.

I sat down at a double-deck table and started winning.

I earned more money in minutes than I usually do in weeks.

I decided to walk away with my win.

I went to Stage Door for a hot dog and cheap beer.

The hot dog was worth the money, and it's a tradition.

I got word that another operator had arrived.

Stage Door is known for its cheap hot dogs and beer.

We went to the arts district for beers and exploration.

I was about to face another unexpected challenge.

I decided to play more blackjack, but the casino needed more information from me.

I was surprised that my working-class money might have triggered some alarms.

The issue was resolved, and I continued playing.

I lost my earlier win and more, but I'm used to fighting.

I know when to walk away from losses.

I cut my losses and stopped playing for the day.

I got a burger on my way back to my room and went to sleep.

I enjoyed a late-night burger at the Cosmo.

Day two started like any other day in Las Vegas.

I had biscuits and gravy at Ellis Island, then lost money at blackjack.

I was in a gambling hole, but it's not a loss until I leave the city.

Ellis Island serves good biscuits and gravy.

I got a call that stopped me in my tracks, and I had a major issue.

I couldn't take the call in public, so I had to find a secure location.

My hotel room was too far away, so I found a closer secure spot.

I answered the phone, and a lot of information came in.

Seconds felt like hours.

Sometimes, decisions are made in seconds and can change everything.

This was one of those times.

I had to process the information quickly and make a decision.

It came down to one choice: go or don't go.

The decision was made, and it was a no-go for now.

We went to Ole Red for nachos and a beer.

The nachos were good, and we met some cool people.

We went to Golden Tiki, a tradition for us, and had some tiki drinks.

Golden Tiki is a unique bar with a great vibe.

I had a couple of tiki drinks, and they were worth the money.

As a working-class guy, I usually drink cheap beer, but this was vacation.

We went to Hogs & Heifers, a crazy bar with entertaining bartenders.

The bartenders were fun, and we had a good time.

Hogs & Heifers is not for everyone, but it's a great experience.

We rotated between playing blackjack and visiting the bar.

I was feeling good, but then I got surprised by a huge room service bill.

The full room service experience had a $160 minimum spend, which was shocking.

I just wanted a simple wrap, not the full experience.

I eventually got my food, and it was delicious.

The portion sizes were great, but the price was still high.

My wrap from room service was surprisingly good.

Day three started with a war update and some Celsius cans.

I was excited to shoot some machine guns later.

I hate indoor shooting ranges, but I made an exception in Vegas.

I shot a PKM machine gun and a PPSh-41 Soviet submachine gun.

Both guns were awesome, and the PKM was surprisingly light.

The PPSh-41 was cool because of its historical significance.

I met some cool people at the range, including some Welsh dudes who loved America.

We went to El Cortez, and I had a mediocre bratwurst.

I lost more money at blackjack, and it was becoming a nightmare.

I hoped my wife could handle the bills because I was on a losing streak.

We went to Hogs again, and the bartenders were in rare form.

I had a good time, but the losses were piling up.

We ended the day with some espresso martinis and Mexican food.

I played more blackjack and came out a little ahead, which was a small win.

The highlight of the day was meeting a funny guy and a former golf superstar.

They were entertaining, and I had a good time.

A Canadian guy showed up, and he was hilarious.

Day four was my last full day in Las Vegas, and we decided to go to Fremont.

The vehicle's right front tire blew out, and we had to evacuate.

I was on high alert, scanning for threats, but I didn't see anything.

We got into a backup vehicle and continued our journey.

I still don't know what happened to the original vehicle.

We grabbed some beers and tried to win some money.

VO1 pulled off an impressive four-card blackjack split.

I noticed my phone had a mysterious crack in the screen protector.

The night was focused on conversations about life and relationships.

I had nachos at Ole Red, which were good.

I woke up, made a video update, and grabbed some cash for the high-limit room.

But then I got a call about my HVAC system, which was still not fixed.

I was frustrated, and my patience had run out.

I had to deal with the issue and a computer problem.

My successful trip was unraveling into a nightmare.

I fought the demons and won, but now I was facing a new challenge.

I was stuck in a hotel room dealing with issues instead of playing blackjack.

I eventually got things sorted out and had to rush to catch my plane.

I had a Burger King burger and fries before leaving.

I spent five days in Las Vegas, dancing with demons and battling high stakes.

I made it out alive, but the biggest fight was yet to come.

I enjoyed some Burger King at the airport.

On the plane ride home, I noticed we were flying in a holding pattern.

We were not getting closer to our destination, and I was getting concerned.

The pilot announced that we were being diverted to a different airport.

I was frustrated, having just made it out of Las Vegas alive.

We were stuck on the runway for hours, and it was a hellish experience.

I wasn't blaming the crew, but the universe seemed to be against me.

We finally pulled into a parking spot, but there were more issues.

I just wanted to be anywhere else, and the situation was a disaster.

I eventually made it home, and my wife had pizza waiting for me.

It was a small victory, and I was grateful.

I fought the demons and won, but it was a tough journey.

I was exhausted after the horrific plane situation.

I don't know what comes next, but I'll be ready to fight again.

I'll ride again at dawn, and I'll share my thoughts with my readers.