Where better to witness the human straw?
“If you were me, and you were on foot, where you would you go,” I asked.
“I’ve never walked anywhere,” she said. Diet soda within reach.
Looking at the map I feel fear in the dead center of my heart. Chest pounding. Sweaty lip. Head down, don’t see too much, don’t say too much. Man and water. Man and desert and water. There can be only one.
Bullhead City, Laughlin and the beast itself; Vegas. Epic sprawl. Manly sprawl. Mindless sprawl with an insatiable thirst. Where the fringe meets the fluid is my happy place. This place is like any border really. The best and the worst of what humanity has to offer. Sex trafficking and all-you-can-eat seafood. The order is no matter because the answer is always “of course.”
This border is the place you look for opportunities, jobs, and a better life for your family. Gunfire for breakfast to bad to middle class to uptown to high roller all in one decision. The American Dream. Banners, fences, and warnings. Restricted, Keep Out. Boulder City to Henderson to The Strip to the MGM to the slots to the High Roller table. ONE-DECISION. And it works in both directions. The masses move in and the water moves away, forever.
At the heart of this mess is a river, a river of no return. Once it’s gone it’s gone but the six-beer-an-hour crowd mixes their fuel and fire and grit and sand and wants to get radical and the river always says yes. High wind, low morale but the troops continue to fight the good fight.
The interface of the future is here, now. High tech, low I.Q. Sucking at the straw of life. From the river, from you, from each other. No matter. Welcome to the suck. Before it’s too late? Nah, we passed that point a decade ago. Now it’s about the denial party.
Now we shake hands with our fingers crossed behind our back. I go back on you and you return the favor. The peculiarity of our species is why I search, why I hunt. Waiting and watching for those moments I’ll never see again. I’ve only just begun.