Like embracing futility
My friend died in June 1991 sometime, perished in a one-car accident. I’m pretty sure that was when it happened. I had been planning on quitting Vegas, leaving Caesars and heading back to Canada in September. I’d been there four years and moved through another eight casinos -- resorts and casinos.
I’d broken in on dealing dice. I was at the Barbary when I got the Caesars job and