Blue Sky Black Death - Late Night Cinema
The chilled desert air feels great. It’s just what I need to help blow off steam, cool me down, and get my head right. Shit had gone south in a hurry back there. Forty five minutes later I’m still tryin’ to put it together. The details swim around in my head like a couple of retarded goldfish. I’ve never been very quick and I confuse easily, so tryin’ to figure out how I ended up on the sunny side of a surprise Mexican stand-off might as well be algebra or calculus or somethin’. It would’ve taken someone with a lot of brains and even more brass to get the five of us in that parking garage at the same time, someone who knew all of us and, more importantly, knew how much we hated each other’s guts.
She knows how to get you to trust her with anything. Her bright blue eyes, golden curly locks, and that smile..that smile that could calm a hurricane. She’s known many men and broken every one of their hearts.
She knew she could get Frankie there, it’s his casino. Fat Mike, having been her abusive, piece-of-shit ex for the last two years, would have come anywhere with a single phone call. I obviously know how I got there. Ronnie, I’m pretty sure I know how he got there, so what about Miguel? What was that greasy, brown bastard doin’ in that garage?
I light a cigarette, hit play on the tape deck, and let the nighttime breeze bring my temperature down. The convertible drives at a steady 90 mph but it feels like 250. My adrenaline is pumping and I’m still too amped to think straight. It was pure luck that I was the one who wound up walkin’ outta that parking garage. I got the guy with the bad aim. If Fat Mike knew anything about shootin’ a gun, I’d be dead on that pavement just the same. As it turned out, everyone knew how to shoot but him.
So here I am. Drivin’ down Highway 15, tryin’ to get as far away from Vegas as fast as possible while figuring out how the love of my life set us all up for the fall.
After a few Old Golds and some Blue Sky Black Death, the details start surfacing. It takes seconds, with a clear head finally, to realize the only truth.
"All the news is bad again."
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