When someone brings you a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 when beer is starting to taste like water, then crashes at 9:30 p.m., I'm taking full advantage. Another four hours of bliss and entertainment and I hope he is having some wonderful dreams.
You look around each corner, hoping that she's there. You try to play the fool perhaps, pretend that you don't care. But it doesn't do a bit of good, you got to seek to you find, or you'll never unwind.
Leaving Las Vegas