You find weird things about Las Vegas once you're there for more than a long weekend.  There aren't any bookstores anywhere near the strip.  The entire place has a kind of druggy rhythm - taxi drivers and breakfast chefs in the morning, alcohol and smoke in the evening.  It smells like bad cigars and mothballs and plastic and sunscreen. And it's a great place to set an apocalyptic rock song.

In this episode we discuss: