What was I doing here? What was the meaning of this trip? Was I just roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind? Who are these people, these faces? Where do they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus, there were a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning, still humping the American dream, that vision of the big winner somehow emerging from the last minute pre-dawn chaos of a stale Vegas casino.

- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas -