Leaving Las Vegas

There will always be dark characters, but her life is good; it is as she wishes it to be.

He sits at the filthy bar and silently witnesses the change of watch from his will to his independently operating motor skills.

If he drinks one hundred dollars a day--and he can--he's got one hundred days to drink. It's just an arithmetic operation, simple logic.

Purity of execution will only add to the artistic aspects of the whole wretched mess.

His point was made, and he moved along, in keeping with the tangential nature that must consume at least one of them. There is a bottle in his future--perhaps sooner a glass--elsewhere on the line.

He knew that being handy is the kind of conspicuous skill that makes it easier for others to tolerate you. They tolerated, and even liked him, for as long as they could.