Liven up your next plane ride to Vegas with Lost Vegas: The Redneck Riviera, Existentialist Conversations with Strippers, and the World Series of Poker. How can you go wrong with a book that includes both strippers and poker in the title? Methinks you cannot.
Where else can you get a cheap steak, crash a Mexican wedding, get cold-decked in blackjack by a dealer named Dong, play video poker for thirteen straight hours, drink pina coladas out of a plastic coconut, bum a cigarette from an 85-year-old woman with an oxygen tank, speed away to the Spearmint Rhino in a free limo, get rubbed by a former Miss Teen USA, puke in the back of a cab driven by a retired Navy SEAL, snort cheap cocaine in the bathroom at O'Sheas, and then catch a lucky card on the river to crack pocket aces and win a poker tournament? Only in Las Vegas.
At Lost Vegas