Life in Las Vegas
Hell is expensive. This is my first thought as my plane lands in Las Vegas. The
Luxor hotel's glass pyramid seems dangerously close to the runway's edge, as do
its chocolate-and-gold sphinx and rows of shaved palms. I wonder if these rooms
tremble when jets land. Behind the Luxor are mountains kissed by dust the hue of
bone; to its left lies the Strip, where color is so bright it looks like it has
died, rotted, and come back as a poisonous flower.
I have been forewarned. First, I am told flying in at noon is "not the way to
enter Vegas." Correct entry is at night. This way I would have the full
treatment of neon and glowing sky. As a child, I was taught not to buy into
anything at night. The spoiled, chipped, or dangerous could be easily disguised.
Yet here, in one of the fastest-growing cities in the United States, nighttime
is the appropriate time "to enter."
Exiting is another matter. According to a recent cover story in Time, Las Vegas
has the highest per-capita suicide rate in the country. This coincides with its
enormous expansion, yet the most talked-about suicides -- those of tourists
leaping from hotel balconies after losing everything they had -- are dangerous
myths for a city poised to become America's newest economic icon. In fact,
tourists taking their own lives surrounded by the glamour of the Strip comprise
only a small percentage of the fatalities. The bulk are those who moved here for
jobs, who live just beyond the lights. Eight times as many residents kill
themselves here as do visitors.
Second, I am told that in Las Vegas I will feel more alive. Anything can be had
here; this is the last place before the millennium where real money can be made.
An open season: anything goes; like America used to be. My friends in Los
Angeles, who seem to know such things, say forget about winning. This is the
town where you get to stub your cigarettes out in an egg, sunny side up, at four
o'clock in the morning -- if you can remember what time it is, and you won't --
and then get in your car and drive.
This will happen before I leave. But I will be driving just to clear my head of
the suicides and failures. On Paradise Road, near a white asphalt lot filled
with empty Boeing 707s, I will sit in my car watching early-morning business
flights descend into the starch of a Nevada dawn and I will sudden...
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... in the morning, I will begin to drive.
In Los Angeles, several months later, I call Jackie's apartment. A man answers
the phone. I sound bewildered. Jackie, he states, is getting the boys ready and
packed, the apartment cleaned out, she's still working at the law office, she's
busy. When I ask this man who he is, he laughs.
"Who, me? Friend, I'm the new husband."
Jackie waves to me as she pulls her car onto Las Vegas Boulevard. The slot
machines inside the Sahara's casino are chattering like drugged children. I feel
unclean, as though I have been bitten by something contagious. At the casino's
doors I turn and look at the city beyond. It burns a blue not unlike a gas
cooking-flame turned down, barely touching its own air, until it is only a hiss.
This Las Vegas blue is the neon of the Stardust Hotel lit each evening. It is
the blue of the darkened Congo Theater before Kenny Kerr performs, and the blue
leftovers of sunsets that attend suicides. It is how poverty creates its own
blue skies, hoping God will be kind in a town leaving nothing to chance. It is
the whispered question before the trigger is pulled, the last blue moment when
all we can ask is why.
The mentioning of there being only bare horizon between buildings and the farming characteristics help determine the town is what is usually pictured as a small farming town, The road they walk on is dirt, the guilt letters on the bank, and the string of houses with the weathered grey or peeling paint almost represents a lifeless area with little to nothing occurring there and being affected by the dog and the whole situation and how it leads to the trees death eliminates any positive vibes in the town.
“Place your bets”, the dealer shouted as he shuffled the deck of cards. Las Vegas, also known as sin city stands as one of the best popular cities for tourists in the United States. It is located in the state of Nevada. With miraculous shows, luxurious hotel/casinos, and fascinating attractions, and Las Vegas is definitely worth a visit.
Las Vegas also it is familiar as “Sin City,” is one of the most famous tourist place in the world. It is an incredible place in the middle of dessert, it is a city established from nothing to something great. Vegas has developed in tourism and population as well to become beyond universal. Las Vegas has ranked the fastest-growing state, according to the Las Vegas review journal, “Nevada ranked as the nation’s two fastest-growing states over the past year, according to U.S. Census Bureau population estimates for 2016 released Tuesday.” Las Vegas is known as a gambling city, nightclubs and casinos. Gambling plays a big role in many Nevadans Lifestyles. This is such a problem that should be considered. In this essay I will discuss about how gambling has a big effect on Nevadans lifestyle, plus how to avoid being addictive to gambling. In Las Vegas there are stereotypes of gambling, such as Lottery, slot machines, cards, and many others. But in this essay I will only discuss on slot machines.
This town does not actually exist…I know of no community that has experienced all of the misfortune I describe…(Italics added)”
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Candide are both novels known for their satirical manner. The authors use many different methods to make their works satire, some that are used in both Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Candide include slapstick comedy, situational humor, and irony. Both of these novels use comedic relief to convey a deeper meaning that attacks both society and philosophy. There are driving forces behind many satirical devices to force these deeper meanings into fruition.
“Hotel California” by The Eagles has been the recipient of much speculation since its release in 1976. Although many other interpretations exist including some which claim this song to be referencing drugs, much evidence suggests that “Hotel California” is, at least partly, making a statement about the lifestyle of drug and alcohol users particularly in the large cities of California. As with many songs, duality of meaning exists in “Hotel California.”
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, “Like the sidewalks, it’s brick red..”. , “ Now the gates have sentries and there are ugly new floodlights mounted
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You are not less than a true warrior for tackling them in peaceful manner and giving your best. As soon you step out of airport your body would strictly demand you to slump on the cozy bed to remain unconscious for plenty of hours and grant rest to cramped legs and neck. Summing up, when you wake up that smile and happiness is the outcome of this struggle which makes your trip fruitful and
“Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night” states New York Times best selling novelist, Chuck Palahniuk. (1) He has a point. Las Vegas is, in a way, an American Mecca -- a national tourist hotspot filled with resorts, gambling, shopping, dining, drinking, sporting, nightlife and most other things entertainment. Las Vegas is the fastest growing city and fastest growing job market in the United States. (source?) The city, a sort of massive adult carnival, is made up of elements largely alien to its native desert setting. For one, Vegas welcomes almost 40 million visitors per year, a number nearly seventy times the population of the city; but also its drinking water and food are largely imported and a series of hotels are modeled after famous cities, buildings and monuments from around the world. (2) While Vegas is a melting pot of different forms of entertainment, food and clothing, gambling has been inherently a part of Vegas before the brightly lit signs and extravagant resorts existed. The gaming industry in Las Vegas, which dates back to the days before the city was officially founded, is much more than just a piece of “Sin City’s” multi-faceted entertainment front: the industry has rescued and sustained its city’s economy, and continues to foster its fiscal growth and urban expansion – gambling has been an essential part of Vegas’ success.
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