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Slap her on the cheek and yell her name because she is nodding off in the passenger seat while you drunkenly swerve all over the streets of Las Vegas in a ford mustang convertible. The top isn’t down because god forbid you do anything conspicuous to arouse the attention or the wrath of the fuzz. You worry that it’s heroin and that you have an overdose on yr hands but it’s just speed. In between nodding off on the rebound she shoots or smokes more and has a freak out and tries to exit the rig while it’s moving, regular Ozzy and Harriet you dig. Buy swimwear at Walmart and wear it out and go to the front desk dressed like that and wait for the room at the pool with many more vodka cranberries and she says to the nice old lady sitting on a lounge chair something about trying to get with you while pulling yr shorts down. Get tired of waiting. Move to another hotel. A different Walmart for more vodka. A sketchy extended stay in a sketchy part of town. Pay the connection. Weed for you, speed for the lady. Give the connection a ride to an even sketchier extended stay in an even sketchier part of town. Bolt from there sans money and drugs after seeing many cop cars swarm the place from different angles. Stuff pockets with yogurts and packaged muffins etc. at breakfast bar as Midwest guests from the suburbs look on in horror. Screen on IPAD she claimed is hers freezes. On screen message to please turn it over to hotel security no questions asked. Haul ass down the street and dump stolen IPAD in nearest trash can. Say hi to the connection in the lobby who for some reason is at the front desk, then he’s cooking on a hibachi next to the pool. Situation grows more peculiar by the moment. Wash hands of it. A few days later go to woman’s clothing store with returns. Clerk says I’m sorry things didn’t work out with the girl.

Jay Miner is an author from the American Rust Belt who has been published extensively online and in print and has been commissioned to read at the Scottsdale Museum of Contemporary Art in Scottsdale, Arizona. He is the author of several books including Photos of the Apocalypse and his most recent Psych Ward Blues and Other Stories. Jay is also the founder of Rust Belt Press and a Photographer.