On a dark desert highway, why the grafitti? I had a fabulous time and made fabulous new contacts hanging out with my fabulous friends in fabulous Las Vegas, but I loved the drive home alone. Alone: in bad company, as my cousin Ambrose wrote.Here, the Providence Mountains, with unprovidential foreground.
Parched, sir, simply parched; the Kelso Dunes. Is there a wine bar nearby, at the infamous hotel?
