I was in Vegas for a week recently and every local that we met or talked to had something to say about how precarious work or housing was. Every driver we had talked about driving sixteen hour days. Everyone talked about how you could evicted in a heartbeat, even during Covid. Everyone seemed to have a hustle; if they slept, they’d fall behind. Nobody seemed to be from there; they’d just ended up there and had nowhere else to go.
It was a deeply, deeply weird visit. Nobody, residents or tourists alike, seemed to be happy. Just existing. Don’t slow down or you might think about stuff you don’t want to think about. Keep moving. Keep partying. Keep going.
