I could still pick winners, and I could still make money for all kinds of people back home. But in the end, I wound up right back where I started. And where did the money come from to rebuild the pyramids? Junk bonds. After the Teamsters got knocked out of the box, the corporations tore down practically every one of the old casinos. You get a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and some twenty-five-year-old hotel school kid is gonna want his Social Security Number.
And if you order room service, you're lucky if you get it by Thursday. Today, it's like checkin' into an airport. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played.
And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior's college money on the poker slots. After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over.
