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It all started when I was thrown out of the casino for
a walk. You can't tell what time it is in Las Vegas. There are no clocks anywhere. Especially not in the casinos. You can turn on the radio, but the noises drown out the
screams from the apartment above. Turning the music up louder he
took a sledge hammer to the radio and demolished it. But he had a watch and I could finally tell it was 7:00. But I didn't know whether that was AM or PM. I then went to a restaurant to see what meal they were serving: "Breakfast served 24 hours." That
was what the sign said, but of course, I took little notice of it, given that it was a linoleum store with only a limited colour range (besides, last time it was served cold!) I went in nevertheless, and asked for
the bill. Then comes the tedious part where you try to remember what the locals expect for a tip. Do you double the tax, add it, then round up? Why can't the US implement a single simple national value added tax like most civilised nations? Somehow, we a
