333 Miles Page 33
by Craig Birk
Chapter Twenty One
The Casino Part I
10:57 p.m.
“You think I like avoiding my wife and kids to hang out with nineteen-year-old girls every day?”
– Beanie, Old School
Somewhere in La Jolla, three hundred and thirty-three miles in the past, the seagull that pooped on Alex’s foot earlier that day, thereby unknowingly altering the fate of the entire weekend, of all eternity really, settled in and fell asleep for the night. In the middle of the Nevada desert, four men who began their day in San Diego felt as if they were just getting started.
