What if some of the people who do those crap jobs in Las Vegas are actually angels ... or demons ... or something in between?
The maid. The blackjack dealer. Like anybody stuck in a dead-end job, they're bitter, short-tempered and sick of your shit.
They read our trash like an oracle reads the entrails of a crow: discarded plastic cocktail cups, used condoms, soiled sheets,... [click here for more]