My mom and I made it to Las Vegas. Finally. Five nights and six days. Yes, we took our time and did a few detours (some accidental, some not), but we got here. Had some drama in Flagstaff, Arizona, where I almost drove over a PERSON who was LYING IN THE ROAD. Close, close call. My heart is still racing.

More drama yesterday when I saw a real 3 card monte game. (Actually, it was a shell and pea game, but nobody calls it this). This is an illegal con game, and it was taking place right there on the strip. Eventually, I figured out who the lookouts and shills were. So I started talking with one of the shills, telling him that I was a magician writing a book on deception and wanted to ask him some questions, that I wasn’t with law enforcement, and he ignored me, and then told me to mind my own business, but then, after a bit polite persistence, he opened up to me. He used to be in construction in Michigan. But after the economy turned, he moved to Vegas and found himself conning people on the strip.

Somebody gave a signal that the cops were coming, and the game broke up real fast.

I know, it all sounds cliché to be believed.

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