A cigarette bobs on his lip as he punches in “Funnel of Love” again.
I got freaked out by the lights at the Mirage and moved up the Strip to the natty glow of the Sahara.
The middle of Nevada gets very dark. Gas station at the two in the morning: it’s the only electric thing in sight, a shocking white box on the horizon and just inside the sliding doors, two little kids play on the tile, batting a candy wrapper back and forth. A thin man screams at a […]