But then I'd start feeling guilty —I was, um, working, after all, and was supposed to be getting snubbed by the rockabillies at the Gold Coast, not having fun by myself down on the Strip—so I would head back to the Show, where I chased bad money with good and helped build another Taj Mahal. With the craps needle in my arm, I made like the boys of Peepshot before me and got another free $40 beer.
Final score: Vegas, $250. Commie Girl, a bit short on the rent. Yo!