A person called Darcy was careless with his heart, and now a woman named Carrie is going to pay for Darcy’s carelessness. Though she doesn’t know it; she’s just at the bar drinking beer with her roommates.
She can’t see him outside in the cold, watching through the smoky window. Unlike in Manhattan and California, you can still smoke in bars in the Heartland.
The trooper driving by doesn’t see him either.
A graduate student in Bloomington studies late, tracing the connection the town has to John Mellencamp’s pianist. He was arrested for doing bad things with children in Thailand.
So much prostitution in Bangkok that archeologists study the place. Brothels by the square inch. Love you long time indeed, but maybe not so much after.
At the ranches in Nevada, it costs $5 a minute. The guys who go there joke about how it pays to be fast. Or doesn’t. They say one-pump chump.
In the restroom, Carrie is drunk. More drunk than her roommates know. Their attention is on the guy who just walked in, his jeans snug as he whispers with the bartender. It just looks like a whisper under the Steve Miller Band.
Take the money and run.