Life Imitates Art, in three sentences

A Mutual Respect is a really great blog I've been following for quite some time, and I loved the entry that this comes from:

"While I was in New Orleans feeling like I’d been somehow robbed, someone somehow robbed me. Rented a car, bought some Ray Bans, drove to Vegas, got a bunch of fifty dollar subscriptions to bottom-shelf skin sites. Up through the part about roadtrip I was half-checking my pockets for wayward chips - I’d been romanticizing those Pueblo-style McMansions just a week before, brown turf on the front lawn and road bikes in the garage."

But it almost gave me an idea. It seems like a writer could nicely elide the concept into a susurrus of reality mapping, as in:

"While I was in New Orleans feeling like I’d been somehow robbed--like someone had taken my plastic, rented a car, bought some Ray Bans, drove to Vegas, got a bunch of fifty dollar subscriptions to bottom-shelf skin sites--someone robbed me. Up through the part about roadtrip I was half-checking my pockets for wayward chips - I’d been romanticizing those Pueblo-style McMansions just a week before, brown turf on the front lawn and road bikes in the garage."