minus the fear and loathing

i used to cut loose. it's been a long while since i've truly done that, wild adventures and losing track of time. i can't say that i will ever truly experience that again in the way that i mean, the consequences are higher now, it's impossible to carve the freedom from the risk, older makes you softer and childbearing has made me wiser, or better said cautious and that's all right with me.

but giving all that the finger, arched ever so rebelliously towards the sky i'll head east to where the sun shines hotter and the artificial lights pulse round the clock. come east, they chant, come east, they sing. i'll leave momentarily the sippy cups and responsibility, the car seat and the halved grapes and i'll board that plane with four others, friends I've gone in and out of battle with shoulder meeting shoulder and we've come to a fork in the road, a fork taking us in different directions and yet the core remains. and no better way to commemorate the closing of this chapter than twenty four hours in the city that never sleeps.

i'll be back before you know it, but i hope it'll seem like longer to me. and besides, what happens in vegas should probably stay there, nicely nestled amidst the barren wasteland of old money and newly lost, heartache, seduction and the blues.