By Shane Faria I drove out of the parking garage at the Circus Circus hotel and merged onto the Las Vegas Strip for the final time of our trip. I passed the CVS where Justin left his water-jug concoction of Bacardi and pineapple juice in the outside trash can, the escalator where I turned down Ecstasy as well as heroin, the McDonald’s I ate at more times than any man can be proud of, Caesar’s Palace where Justin promptly threw up the contents of his stomach onto the outside walls, passed the buildings shaped like the Statue of Liberty, Eiffel Tower and Great Pyramid, and pulled up in front of a medieval castle in the middle of the desert where I dropped off Alex.…