Here sits Sin City.

It’s a full moon, but all I can see is the glowing lights from the buildings all around me. My skin is lit with flashing red and yellow, and the gentle shine of the moon disappears in the sky—almost as if it has become part of the Vegas backdrop.

I’m not sure why I came here, but I know I’m never going to leave. My bad boy footsteps blend in as if they belonged here, becoming more familiar with the ground as I finish each stride. They are no longer glared at or judged. No one knows the past here. I am simply walking to my next destination, surrounded by others doing just the same.

The smell of the casino is a familiar one. I walk in and have a seat at the poker table.

“Cocktail?”

“Yeah, I’ll have a Jack Daniels.”

She walks away, and I watch. ‘Edwin’ deals the cards, and I look down at 3-7 of Diamonds; tough luck at first, but I have nothing to do but keep playing. I’ve got all the time in the world.

Just another sinner, waiting for a hand, in Sin City.