What was I doing? What was the meaning of this trip? 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 cariacatures of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet jesus, there are a hell lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning, still humping the American dream, that vision of a big winner, somehow emerging from the last minute pre-dawn chorus of the Las Vegas casino."
No, no, calm down: learn to enjoy losing."
The late, the great, the completely fucked up: Hunter S. Thompson.
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