Beyond a Mirage - 2004-03-12
Only when the sun comes up do the colored lights of Las Vegas diminish. Through the hotel window, the desert morning looks dry and haggard — or is that just my face in the mirror?
Down the elevator a gang of us go, with official name badges hiding our true reckless selves, as revealed the night before: dice in hand, bets down, and risking it all on a game of craps. Or playing the poker mind games, the dark art of blackjack, the roulette wheel of bad luck, and the video slot machines with their programmed fortune.
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