Ratso Rizzo: I gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here. Miami Beach, that's where you could score. Anybody can score there, even you. In New York, no rich lady with any class at all buys that cowboy crap anymore. They're laughin' at you on the street.
Joe Buck: Ain't nobody laughin' at me on the street.
Ratso Rizzo: Behind your back, I've seen 'em laughin' at you, fella.
In 1976, at the tender age of 19, Upstate New York refugee, huckleberry Max Steingrout, arrived at the Las Vegas Trailways bus terminal.
By 1987 he was a Las Vegas lifer. A hanger on, a degenerate, a chain smoker, a drunk, a drug addict and most important, to the establishment which allowed him to exist in the first place, a gambling addict.
He lost more than he won.
Max Steingrout has appeared at hundreds of business meetings, weddings, bar mitzvahs, birthday parties, bachelor & bachelorette parties, Russian bathhouses, & autograph signings.
For a fee, he will speak on a number of topics including: gambling, drugs, drinking, entry into The Black Book, his life on the run in Mexico, his triumphant return to Las Vegas, JFK conspiracy or the Mob.
Mr. Steingrout's theories about The Rise & Fall of Las Vegas have broken new ground in the historical understanding of the city that Buzz Bissinger described as: "Most creative architecture in America."
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things