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Chapter 8&9 Showboat Hotel and Casino& Beginning of Breakdown Number One Page 21&22
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I was happy at the Showboat. I was only twenty-five and most of the dealers were older. Quite a few were dealers on the strip who had lost their juice (connections) and were trying to support their once lucrative lifestyle here. It was a drop down for them, but they weren't going hungry.
Chapter 9
I've been in my apartment on 10th Street in Las Vegas for three years. I was on my two-week vacation from the Boat in mid-January, when I started to have some problems. It's 1974.
I learned bad news by phone from my mother that a friend of mine from the University of Americas in Mexico by the name of Todd Smith had been jailed in Mexico City for a drug arrest. It was interesting timing because I had a half of tab of acid in my system; I had just bought the Grateful Dead album "Wake of the Flood," and I had stopped repeating my "I" symbol and decided that I would call my parents again. I got Mom on the third ring.
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