When I was in college my friend Irene introduced me to Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Even though I’ve never been into the whole drug scene, the frantic, exciting and explosive nature of Hunter S Thompson’s novel enthralled me and made me yearn for a crazy Vegas weekend of my own.
It’s been a long time since I read that book for the first time but I’ve never lost the hope that I’d get to Vegas eventually. And here I am. In an airport. With slot machines.
Now where’s my hotel at, ’cause I’m old now and tired from that flight.