Damien on… A Tale Of Old Las Vegas
George Endfield had had enough of Las Vegas – or “Lost Wages”, as he now thought of it – his earnings had been reduced to a sum sufficient only to get him back to L.A.
But as he walked to the Greyhound bus station, he suddenly heard an eerie voice – “Go back to Las Vegas… go back to Las Vegas…”
He looked around at the nearby pedestrians – but it seemed only HE had heard the voice. He turned back towards The Strip.
As he walked past the garish lights, he heard the voice once more – “Go to Caesar’s Palace… go to Caesar’s Palace…”
He walked into the grand entrance. Now the voice said – “Play Roulette… play Roulette…”
He sat down at the Roulette table and the voice said – “Play seven red… play seven red…”
George placed his last fifty bucks – the money he had retained for his bus fare home – on seven red.
Twenty-four black came up.
The voice said – “How about that?”
[My name’s Damien – don’t forget to tip your waitress.]