Even Adam Kevin Helen
If
I stood
Sin
City on it's side:
A towering right-hook of lights about 10 miles high.
And you can fear not, cause my entire face hurts.
A swollen jaw and blood on my shirt from the fat-lip that this dry air provides... but, who is taking sides?
A one-hundred-and-twenty hour alcohol party in a blur of business cards and catalogs.
Getting started.
And no one's been pronouncing my name right --
No one's been saying my name right -- making my waiting more urgent for a new home and a four hour red-eye flight.
