What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas
I slid my last five dollar bill into the slot machine. "So this is how I go completely broke," I thought. Sitting on a stool in front of a one-armed bandit at the Thunderbird Casino, losing my last dollar at the worst casino on the strip. I had a bottle of no-name vodka waiting in my crappy hotel room. Actually, it wasn't no-name. At the moment it had my name on it. Within the hour, I felt, I'd be busted and wasted. Washed up. Drinking and gambling were an excellent combination...