Vegas for the Night

She wants to go back tonight?

To L.A.?

I’m not going back tonight

I got enough things to worry about

Without having to deal with that fucking car ride

All those hours sitting next to her

With my fucking luck

We’ll break down in the desert

And get kidnapped by, like

Some crazy desert serial killers or something

We can just stay here instead

I got the free room

There’s only three of us

Shit, she’s just worried

That you and me are getting all whatever

And she’s gonna be a third wheel

I tried telling her

It’s all fun for everyone

But she just wants to pitch her tantrums

And haul our asses back

As fast as she can

The worst part is

She knows I don’t have anything there

I got nothing to go back to

You see me with a job?

You see me with kids or something?

Shit, I ain’t seen my kid in--

So what am I going back for?

Rather just stay here

And kill my time

Two buckets of quarters

And a coupon for the buffet

I’m living, man

This is really fucking living

Not--

Not what I was doing

Back in L.A.

That was--

Shit, that was embarrassing, you know?

Getting hooked on pills

Like I’m some fucking Malibu trophy wife

Having my eyebrows plucked

Getting consultations

On a nose job

Like--

What the fuck was I turning into there?

If I’m going anywhere

I’m going to get on a plane

And go to New York

I could have been a fucking star in New York

They go for someone like me there

I mean, they really get into it

How fucked up I am

How my nose is all crooked

And my jaw’s, like, kind of busted

And my right eye doesn’t have

Peripheral vision

They love all that in New York

They call it character

I got character

Back in L.A.

I’m just butt-fucking ugly

Just some guy

Where they wanna be like--

You wanna be a thug?
You wanna play a burglar?
Wanna be a hitman?

I want to be a monk

I want to be an astronomer

I want to be one of those teachers

Who inspires kids

From the inner city

I don’t want to be a fucking thug

I’d rather be a gambler

I’d rather stay here

And drink until I’m drunk

Then go upstairs

And pass out

On some nice hotel bed

Then wake up tomorrow

And wait for some fucking hotel staff

To throw me out on my ass

Then I’ll figure out

The next thing

That’s what I do

I fuck up

Then I figure it out

That’s my thing

So let her drive off tonight

Into the fucking desert

And break down

And get eaten

By some fucking

Outer-Vegas cannibals

I’ll wake up tomorrow

And when I’m all fucked up

I’ll look around and go--

What’s next?

Then I’ll figure it out, you know?

Fuck her for tonight

Fuck tonight tonight, you know?

‘Cause tomorrow?

I’m going to have this all

Figured out