A Dying Breed
"Leaving Las Vegas" was a movie back when there were movies. There isn't anymore, of course, because no one has time for that sort of nonsense. It is about an alcoholic and a prostitute who fall madly in love. They don't live happily ever after. That is all there is to say about it. I am stealing the title because it fits the story I am writing. Of course, no one cares about stories, either, and no one will ever read it, so it doesn't much matter anyway. No one is going to sue me, which is the third best way to make money, according to Forbes magazine. Everyone is busy gambling and having group sex. There are billboards everywhere encouraging group sex like there once was for real estate agents selling houses. Instead of houses, they sell asses and moral depravity. And they sell colon cleansers like they once sold coca-cola before coca-cola was bankrupted by a lawsuit for rotting teeth and giving people diabetes. I went to Las Vegas. It wasn't for me. I am no
