Leaving Las Vegas

Swinging pendulums of light swept down, blinding us before illuminating our path through a mob of sweat and shame…

My bones chilled from her casual mention of mob murder and body disposal as we whipped through the entrance of Mandalay Bay…

I’ve had a complicated twenty-year relationship with Las Vegas…

“You’re the naked guy from that golf course in Cancun! I knew you looked familiar!”

Sweet songs, barely audible, danced along like fairy dust in the desert winds.