THE STORYBOARDS ARCHIVES
Sin City Sermons
A dark-camp, glam-horror Halloween poem set on Fremont Street, where a Vegas mirror flirts, bites, and crowns a soft-masc performer.
A chandelier drops on top of me and I crash into Halloween ’77 at Starfade Casino where the mob puts me on repeat. Dark humor, Vegas horror, and a dealer who won’t drown.
Four queer idiots roast each other in a 3:30 AM Vegas buffet line, cussing, confessing, and choosing pancakes over bullshit.
Nevada calls you an adult at 18, but won’t let you bet, sip, or smoke. Here’s why that’s hypocrisy, and why lowering the age makes sense.
