"Was I just roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind, or had I really come out here to Las Vegas to work on a story? Who are these people, these faces? Where do they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas and, sweet Jesus, there were a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning... still humping the American dream, that vision of the big winner somehow emerging from the last minute pre-dawn chaos of a stale Vegas casino."
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