Humping the American Dream

“What was I doing here? What was the meaning of this trip? Was I just roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind? Or had I really come out here to Las Vegas to work on a story? 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.” *
So recently I returned from a trip to the USA where, amongst other things, I:
- failed to cash in the World Series of Poker Main Event
- saw Snoop Dogg perform only yards away at a private party
- nearly angrily took out a GM with the Killer Dutch in a crucial last round game of chess
*So says Raoul Duke in Hunter S. Thompson’s classic novel Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.





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