Fat metal, a double header rumbling across the anzo-borrego desert, gin martini's on the house, everything was contained in the
garish swirls of 3 am wallpaper five floors up somewhere at the wrong end of the strip. Sleep deprivation helped and her sister,
what the fuck was she doing on a plane to Vegas? What he we was doing was staring at wall paper waiting for tomorrow in the only city
where life got darker in the light of day.