sports betting,
light night carousing.
Legal, semi-immoral—
adult revues (aka “titty shows”)
gay clubs, strip clubs, swap clubs,
beyond-the-city-limits prostitutions.
Such activities,
24-7,
practically invited
the monster’s
participation.
Remote desert
dwellings, travel
trailers and
sad, little
shacks, went up
in flames regularly,
victims
of ether-fed fire.
Oh, yes, there was
crank in Reno,
waiting
for me, calling
out to Bree.
All that was left was
to find it.
Suddenly, However
all those days with little
or no sustenance hit me in one awful instant.
Lucky me! Mom’s kitchen