Beyond the Las Vegas Strip

Along an unilluminated and desolate road

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I could have had so much free booze on that trip. Alas, I was on the wagon.

It was late January of 2017. I was still doing the fitness writing thing. I’d begun working with a new agent—my current and hopefully forever agent—to pitch The Holy Sh!t Moment. I was coming near the end a full year without booze, and I got a …