"This morning, after an all-night session of gambling and vodka-grapefruit, I encountered in the lobby of the MGM Grand a mass of people gearing up for the Las Vegas marathon. There they all were, awake at 5 in the morning, to run twenty-six miles in near-freezing temperatures...and all I could think was: you poor, sick bastards."
-Charlie McDanger's field notes
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