![]() ![]() Elevators carried him 32 floors above the city. Paddock returned to his suite in the Mandalay Bay hotel. Stephen Paddock believed he was better than other video poker players because he had studied the probabilities of winning and losing. Video poker was his game because he felt he had mastered the machines. This was Vegas, and he was just another lost soul. ![]() It wasn’t strange to see a disheveled man shuffling alone past rows of the bright baby-blue, ruby-pink, and neon-green machines that produced a cacophony of pings, bings, and cha-chings. He didn’t stand out on that Sunday, October 1, 2017. The 64-year-old was a hunched six feet, pudgy and balding with sunken brown eyes and a spotty growth of white whiskers - a pasty, sullen man more comfortable with statistical probabilities than with people. He wandered the windowless casino floor from about 3:30 to 7:30 that morning, stopping to play video poker, his favorite game. Excerpted from “American Gun: The True Story of the AR-15” by Cameron McWhirter, ’07 Nieman Fellow, and Zusha Elinson
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