Category Archives: This is Vegas

Feeling lucky in Las Vegas? That’s the kind of optimism that built this town.

“I got that beat,” said The Stickman. “We had this Barney, nothing but purple chips, and he would not come off of hard-eight. Lose, lose, lose, bitch, bitch, bitch, but he just keeps coming back at it. He goes, ‘I … Continue reading

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How a simply gorgeous woman took the prize at The World Series of Poker.

“It’s funny, isn’t it?” I said that, without quite making eye contact with her. “Over on The Strip, all the single women are wandering around the casinos and the clubs looking for guys. And over here, all the guys are … Continue reading

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Random observations on the Sin City scene.

I haven’t been to Las Vegas for six years, and a lot has changed. There are things I am specifically watching for — Vegas is so much like Phoenix that it’s very instructive to do-the-deltas, to focus on the radical … Continue reading

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Scouring the streets of Sin City looking for the itinerant raconteur of my youth.

The view from my fleabag.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Let’s hit the road, toads. Home loves me, and, surprisingly enough, I love it, but I’ve been chained to a dog for ten years, and it’s time for me to put … Continue reading

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