Holy Shit, Las Vegas

MTB Moses parting the road.

I could see a strip of brilliant orange and pink sunrise through the concrete supports of the airport parking garage. The Lyft driver pulled up in a white chevy Impala. “I drove a limo in Vegas for 18 years. I’ve met celebrities…” he trailed off. Pause. “Do you want to hear about them?” Coffee is the only thing I want to hear about, but sure, let’s hear the claim to fame. He pulled out a picture of him and Stevie

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