Here I am in Vegas again only this timeq the Germans saw me last night in the casino. I was bending over the roulette table when I felt that familiar feeling of eyes on my chest. As I looked up there was Kurt with his small steel framed glasses starring right at me and it was not the kind of look that warms you up or pisses you off, it was the one that sends chills down your spine, like a strange sound in the night in q big lonely house. I wet myself.