My mom and I made it to Las Vegas. Finally. Five nights and six days. Yes, we took our time and did a few detours (some accidental, some not), but we got here. Had some drama in Flagstaff, Arizona, where I almost drove over a PERSON who was LYING IN THE ROAD. Close, close call. My heart is still racing.

More drama yesterday when I saw a real 3 card monte game. (Actually, it was a shell and pea game, but nobody calls it this). This is an illegal con game, and it was taking place right there on the strip. Eventually, I figured out who the lookouts and shills were. So I started talking with one of the shills, telling him that I was a magician writing a book on deception and wanted to ask him some questions, that I wasn’t with law enforcement, and he ignored me, and then told me to mind my own business, but then, after a bit polite persistence, he opened up to me. He used to be in construction in Michigan. But after the economy turned, he moved to Vegas and found himself conning people on the strip.

Somebody gave a signal that the cops were coming, and the game broke up real fast.

I know, it all sounds cliché to be believed.

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Drove through Texas and New Mexico today. Watched the VP debate in a Mexican bar. First thing the guy sitting next to me said when the bartender turned the debate on: “All I know is that if this guy and that Obama guy get elected, they ain’t touching my gun.”

The guy was probably right.

Quick story: once I was dating a hardcore libertarian and she took me to the firing range, where I fired a handgun. I was actually a pretty decent shot, but firing the gun scared the hell out of me, and I pray that I’ll never have to fire another one as long as I live. Not a handgun, at least…maybe I’ll take up squirrel hunting during retirement…

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JUST what you needed: another Jewish lawyer. I found out this morning that I passed the Illinois Bar exam (!), so if you’re planning on slipping and falling in a supermarket parking lot, make sure that parking lot is in the state of Illinois.

Tell you what. Instead of leaving me a boring comment like “Congratulations, Ricky!!” or something like that, go ahead and leave the comment you would have left if I had failed the bar.

Do try to stay away from clichés.

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