It’s morning and I am splayed out in the parking lot of Christie’s Cabaret. Again. I need to get to Bandaids Show Lounge . because, last I knew, Lurlene was puking in a dumpster after quart of Wild Turkey and scissoring a couple of “performance artists” on the hood of a stolen Dodge Viper in their parking lot.
It’s a simple enough drive…
Except for these guys.
Not just the fully armed and operational photo radar cameras, but 6 DPS lurking on the side along 8 miles of highway. Not so funny when you’re hungover and half blind, and your gravelly voice is a literal reminder of the parking lot you just left and not from some Marlboro mistake.