Anything Goes : Temporarily Homeless in Las Vegas by Tore Simonsen

Unfortunate series of events. I went down to Los Angeles to network. Sold the house in Florida. Was supposed to make a family connection in Vegas. Flew directly from L.A. to Las Vegas, but missed my family connection. I went partying on the first night with a bunch of rock stars at the Virgin instead of checking into the hotel I booked. My cellphone was stolen at the Horseshoe. Somewhere between the Sphere and the Wynn, my wallet was also lost or stolen. I've tried lost and found and filed a police report and checked with a lot of lost and founds. Anyway, without I.D. or a phone things were set to be difficult for me. I was holding out for meeting up with the family as planned in Las Vegas and figured I could get by for a few nights, but they never showed up. Most of my sources of potential income are routed through my family's bank account (proceeds from sales of art/photography/writing). Only my streaming was set to deposit in my account. Lost access to all the credit cards and other financial institutions. Regrettably, my writer's room subscription was impacted. 

Obviously, I cannot get "legitimate" work during this time because I lack the proper identification. Small amounts of money come and go. 

I arrived in Vegas on 11/15. It is now December 9. I've been mainly living on the "casino' floor. I would check into McDonald's every night to sleep. Last night, I finally entered the "outdoor shelter" for the first time last night- an abomination to our shared humanity. Nothing compared to war, but still uncivilized.

At this point, I'm trying to stay focused. I do some pitching now and again. Stay out late until 3 or 4 a.m. and get a few hours of sleep. 

I'm hoping not to get involved in the issues confronting the homeless population despite the core strategic weaknesses of Vegas. I've had a few skirmishes over transit issues.

Most of my problems stem from a single source of terror that wears the vile mask of concern, but makes every treacherous move it can to hurt me. 

Plenty of material for another screenplay, should I recover all of my belongings in storage, save a chance for buying a house, and resist.

I could question all my decisions, or I could question the response to those decisions. 

My limited access to lines of communication may not allow me to respond, but I'd thought I'd update people on why I'm not currently attending pitch practices or spending time on Stage32.