Here's A Story...

About my recent trip West.

I woke up in the rusted frame burned out old Deville. My legs are shot and they're flushed with pain but I can't keep them still. The sun sets and I'm afraid of the itching in my skin. I stumble down the boulevard of neon encrusted temples. I was looking for the grace of God in the arms of a fellow stranger. Disciples handed me catalogues of concubines as I stumbled down the boulevard crying.
Welcome to fabulous.
Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas.
Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins. Las Vegas. Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win?
Cameras on the ceiling tile no place for me to hide. It was a hundred seven and I was looking for shade that no palm tree could provide but there's a little girl I remember back in Illinois. I have this reoccuring dream where I see her playing hide and seek with a woman who used to know me very well. Sunsets and neon lights. Call girls and neon lights. Black jack and lady luck. Cocaine and lady luck. Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win? I came here thinking I could ease the pain. I came in spite of others' good advice. I came here thinking sweet, sweet revenge. Bring me some sugar and let the games begin. I made a lot of bad decisions tonight but I'm breaking through. I came here to get over you. I had this dream about a wild bird, black feathered picking at your beating heart. You reach for me and shout, "I need your love!", yet soon collapses when I call your bluff. I started shaking when you told me that you found somebody new and the lights are burning like kerosene. I can't stop thinking about you and me. Did you cross your fingers when you told me you'd be true?
This is my tale of a time I went on a trip, and the things I thought about. All things are true. Hope you enjoyed.

Love,
S



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