Vegas is hotter than hell, you could fry breakfast on the tarmac here, and even though we only walked into the hotel minutes ago, I’m already sweating and gasping for air like I ran a marathon. I have never been to this city, and I’m already wondering how people can live here. The airport was busy and hazy, with heat rising from the ground upon arrival that looked like mysterious, magical dimension aberrations. I feel like I have been turning to a puddle in my clothes since we stepped ...