Fear and Loating in Las Vegas. A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream

They looked at me, but said nothing. By this time I was laughing crazily. But it made no difference. I was just an other fucked-up cleric with a bad heart. Shit, they’ll love me down at the Brown Palace. I took another big hit off the amyl, and by the time I got to the bar my heart was full of joy. I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger ...a Man on the Move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.