PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

For the first time in thirty one years, I finally made the trip to Las Vegas. Still not sure it's as amazing as they say it is but the nightlife certainly is flashier than Los Angeles. Made two thousand on the card tables. I was up to three and a half at one point but a mind reader joined the game. Took me three hands to realize it. I'm getting rusty.

But the best part of that vacation has to be the gold ring around my finger that says I belong to a beautiful woman with the patience of a saint to put up with me.

Not much of a problem with being straightforward around here, is there?

Anyone else tired of all these people coming in from odd timelines? My head is about to explode. Feels like I've got that damned chip stuffed in there all over again. Minus the fun part where I got to be violent.

[Faith]
Look at you. You're alive.

What part of ask before taking don't these damn higher powers get?

"Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way."


To say I'm confused and disoriented would be the least of my problems. Last night, when I woke up, I was not in this city. Now, I'm here again. I don't know what is going on, but I am going to find out. And when I do... Then I'll think of something else.

Where can I get a good drink?