Don’t talk about your great trip to Vegas. Talk about wishing you could drive to Vegas from New York but you can’t afford it since your transmission is shot. And even if it weren’t, you couldn’t afford the gas and places to stay on the trip. And what sense would it make to got there, you don’t have any money to gamble with anyway. So tell people that you just decided to stay home and watch movies on your old B&W TV with the rabbit ears that only work it you stand and hold them. And then the TV broke halfway through the first movie so you took a walk around the block and some pick pocket stole your wallet. But that’s OK since it was empty. No cash, no credit cards, and you already lost your driver’s license. You’re just happy the guy didn’t come back and kill you for such a lousy haul. And when you finally got home, someone had broken into your crappy apartment and stole your TV. Now you’re worried HE’s going to come back and kill you. And hey, can I borrow some money. I’m going to take a bus to my grandma’s house across town. I don’t have any food, so maybe she’ll feed me for a day or two. My parents both hate me since I’m such a loser and they won’t even give me a Pecan Sandie if I stop at their place.
Like the way you think. Did I mention that my neighbor just brought back my 8-track player fully repaired and good as new? Woo-hoo, back in the big time.