Time -- an enigma
What is it about time? If you can transcend time then you can transcend pain. Vegas plays with time, that was the power it had. No clocks in the casinos and nothing stops, ever, for any reason, although I’ve heard that the games stopped for one minute for Frank Sinatra’s death.
I had it made in Vegas, but somehow, somewhere was a gnawing emptiness in the center of my body, a devastating emptiness. It was as though I could never get enough. Enough of anything. Drugs, booze, money, power; not that I had much of money or power. I think the town is devised that way, it’s just a byproduct of what it really is; organized greed. Maya, the many, the millions. You could never fill the hollow space, and in the end, I expected to be devoured, and I knew that I had to leave.