“Come a little closer baby, I feel like laying you down…”
Smoke infests the air. It’s hard to breathe. Wedged between fiber glass and aging thighs.
From the back, I hear a twangy voice say, “That guy is hawt!”
Another cigarette is lit. A Milwaukee’s Best is popped open.
“I’m gonna win big tonight baby,” says the twangy voice.
Despite the smoke, the air is thick with anticipation of what could be. Will I win big tonight?