March 16, 2019
At 2 a.m. to 4 a.m., some sort of phenomenon...this pocket of time lasts for an equivalent of 6 hours, sometimes more, never less. A man can catch a bus along Nellis Blvd, just after playing his last round of blackjack for the weekend, and have more than enough time to ruminate on how his losses could have funded his daughter's second semester at college. He can seesaw between indifference and guilt for a total of 28 times. When the clock strikes 4:01 a.m., the normal passage of time. He plans for blackjack next week.