picking up where we left off

at some point between 1 and 3am, i left the warm and loving, neon lit, stale-cigar-scented, hooker-laden confines of downtown las vegas behind, for what else, but my car (and home), the deathcab.

we frolick away, slowly but surely, from the hubub of the downtown strip, off to...

wait, where is it that i'm going? wasn't i thinking of going back to boulder city for the nite, to drink and sleep around a campfire with gina and her friends? too late for that now. and i'm too exhausted to drive that far anyway. need sleep asap. so, where is it that i'm going?

now, normally, or abnormally, when sleep beckons, i just find a relatively safe place to park the car, and pass out in the back. but i'm in las vegas, is there really "a relatively safe place to park the car, and pass out in the back" here? hmm..?

i ponder my options, while cruising around in the deathcab; foggy-eyed, half-asleep, and dreaming...

i could get a hotel room for the nite? one with a hot tub, of course. or pass out in a prostitute's loving vagina... i mean, arms... i mean, vagina? or maybe i'll just continue driving around las vegas in my loveable, huggable deathmobile, with the four pounds of weed in my glove compartment, a broken tail light, and that stolen/loaded firearm under the passenger seat, hoping i get pulled over and sent to the "big house" for the nite and possibly next few years? the "big house" sounds pleasant and safe enough. and it implies a much 'larger' living space, than what my car currently provides. it would be nice to spread out some. been feeling a little cramped these days.

*some of the things i just said are simply not true, but rather scenes from my upcoming screenplay, loosely based on my adventures with the deathcab. it will be pitched to movie execs as a 3-part epic; a 'trilogy', if you will; a sexual romp; a "HERBIE (THE LOVE BUG), MEETS NEW JACK CITY... IN HELL!!"*

*some of the things i just said are, again, simply not true.*

"OH, LOOK! THERE'S A HEAD FLOATING IN THE SKY... A-HEAD?!"

"i must be dreaming! it's the decapitated head of... LIVER-ACHEE!"

i smile calmly, convinced the floating head i see, "A-HEAD", is just a mirage.

"oh, sweet, detestable, LIVER-ACHEE! you're just so pretty! look at you! all decked out like a human poodle! oh, sweetheart, you do know a thing or two about 'doggie-style', now don't you? ah, shee-it!!"

as i drive closer, to the decapitiated head of "LIVER-ACHEE", i begin to realize, "LIVER-ACHEE", is not a figment of my imagination, but real and... definitely gay!

and then i notice something...

"wait!! that's a 'B' not a 'V'! (told you so, katie) you're not 'LIVERACE'!! you're 'LIBERACE'!! all these years... i thought you were someone you're obviously not. i am sad... now, i am angry! tell me, what have you done with the real LIVER-ACHEE?! are you he?! or are you an imposter?! just like everything else in vegas - a fake! a hoax! a scam! like the $2 mexican transsexual i mistakenly had sex with thinking he/she was a wholesomely-womanly prostitute! damn you LIBERACE! damn you!"

*again, some of things i just said are simply not true.*