As soon as I arrived at Las Vegas I knew I had to get cleaned up for my first day of work. Where to get a haircut without dropping sixty bucks ? After searching for “Barbers” as opposed to “Hair Salon” I called Geraldo. He answered the phone with a thick Spanish accent and gave me directions that sounded like Valley View. After a few more phone calls I found him by the “China Building” and inside I discovered my first authentic place in Vegas. A traditional, old barber shop with boys and their Mom’s, old men telling stories, cool magazines and a “mise en scene” that looked like Jean-Pierre Jeunet invented the place. I also got a good haircut cheap, and felt for the first instant that I might like Las Vegas after all.