"Man Down!" on Industrial Boulevard

My friends and I went to Vegas when we weren't even twenty-one years old yet. We were completely new; no money, no experience, and no idea where we were going. But we knew we were supposed to go check out the strip clubs.

Ray and Bill were a laugh a minute, constantly cracking off jokes 'till your sides hurt from laughing. We were walking down the entire length of Industrial Boulevard, first because we didn't know where exactly to find the strip joints, and later because we were too naive to recognize what one looked like or too afraid to go in. The two of them were so busy riffing off each other's comedy that I barely needed to speak, and probably couldn't amidst all the hysteria. That's when we were introduced to the locals.

My friend Ray was mid-sentence when suddenly I heard a virtually sub-sonic "thud" and he dropped to the ground grasping his chest. I thought he was having a heart attack or something. He was so out of breath that he couldn't tell us what was wrong, but a moment later he managed to mutter a few words. "What was THAT?!?" he sputtered.

We looked around and saw a POTATO on the sidewalk. It turns out a lot of the local yokels don't take kindly to visitors, and when a low-rider pickup came around the corner some bangers fired a SPUD at us, hitting Ray square in the center of his chest! Aside from how serious it was, Bill and I began laughing at how Ray would, for the rest of his life, have to tell the story about when he was attacked with a potato in Vegas.