Okay. I'll tell you why I come here. But you have to promise
not to laugh. I have mystical experiences here. Revelations.
It's the closest I ever get to God. I'm talking your full boat
altered state: voices, visions, time-distortions, sexual merging,
psychic phenomena manifested in the tangible world. And don't
say it's my imagination, because I bring back material proof.
The last time, I manifested $835. The time before, $240. Not
counting what I spent on valet parking.
It's a temple, really. It even kinda looks like one -- huge,
impressive, welcoming. Tens of thousands of pilgrims pour through
its doors daily, begging for miracles. You never heard so many
fervent prayers. So what if it's tacky? So is Mont St. Michel,
so is Lourdes, anywhere people gather at the crossroads of hope.
Can I help it if the Divine Nature is most easily contacted
in a casino?