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I see a local boy on his bmx turn at the light before me, pedaling slowly, two gears too high, crosslegged, and riding underneath the street lamps that extend down the winding length. It’s just what it feels like, as the homes run down the length of the flat street, perpendicular to the expansive lane of the casino’s entrance biking distance. The dirty homes seemed inherently snow-covered in a thin layer that shook down through the early morning but stopped before anyone woke up to see it falling. The houses are shack-like but tallish with two to three different entrances scaling the sides of them, connected by stairs and fallen over bicycles, each pumping smoke out of their thin chimneys. One street recedes to the right with houses mixed in between the bulging text of the entrance sign, emphasized and highlighted underneath by shadowed lamp light behind its letters. There’s a small neighborhood before the casino that looks misplaced off of the exit.

A trip to McDonald’s is just a 65 mph shot passed Downtown. And of course, the casino has its own exit ramp.

The little symbols are etched on the signs before the town, so people driving North know what’s offered. The exit ramp drops you off just after Monticello’s Main Street, by Walmart, with the rest of the strip mall centers, lined up with tall signs of fast food promises, like all the other highway towns that advertise their essentials to people that might need gas. It’s the quick bypass that forgets the town. The town itself has its own exit ramp a little ways down the highway-maybe a mile-which runs the length of the main street instead of joining it. Its small arrow pointing in the other direction, over to the other side of the overpass, where there’s just a gas station. And the building fades over the granite as I come closer to it, where there’s finally the ramped exit with the green, direction sign reading, Resorts World Catskills: the arrow pointing straight. Speeding up the highway that runs and cuts these small towns by the blade of a semi’s horn, blaring down the rumble strips, pumping smoke into the cold, thin air like someone’s breath. All my clothes-casino clothes-stacked and layered in the trunk while I stop for a sandwich somewhere in Jersey. From the city, I rode up in the afternoon a packed car like I had a family inside. Orange lights reflect off the building, in the distance, which I could see from a couple miles down the highway, peeking over the cliffs protecting Sullivan County a red light on its roof, blinking.

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