Dinner on the porch tonight, homemade beef stew, cheap red wine . . . twilight in Sin City, more accurately described as Silly Town.

I never look out my windows, even after seven years here, without thinking, “Where the hell am I?” I guess that’s sort of the point.

2 thoughts on “SIN CITY TWILIGHT

  1. No angst involved, for me. The disassociated feeling I have in Las Vegas is pleasant and calming to me. It’s sort of a floating sensation.

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