Noel and I bid Carnal Carrie adieu and headed back for the Las Vegas Greyhound station. It was three in the morning and, still, the heat radiated off the pavement from the hot Vegas sun.

After bathing as best we could in the bus depot’s restrooms, not an easy task, we boarded the 4:14 Greyhound headed for the city of angels, Los Angeles.

Interstate 15 can be a lonely stretch of road at four in the morning. I watched the moonlit desert pass by while Noel snuggled up against me, her warm breath tickling the hairs on my arm. Read the rest of this entry »