Could he leave early, he had asked, so he could make it home and
back to town in time for the grandstand show. They turned
laughing spit in the dirt and shook their heads, watching him go,
the cloud of dust rising behind him like a dragon down the long
dry road. The last night he spent in the City of Angles he missed
an easy turn and the short sweet arc of his beautiful life ended
at a not particularly dangerous corner of Sunset.