Originally Posted by
NeverWinHere
Another broken dream followed by brisk nights and numb hands on the felt. Chips rising and falling like what some call a sleep pattern.
Starting with a roll of 600 and the ambition of a Spartan, I find myself in the casino fearless to make a change. The roll represented control of my management that I stole myself. This pride paid my restraints from all of the savings but neglected to translate my ambition into chips.
I went to play poker, and I left with a spiteful “thank you” to the dealer and a steady pace out of the busy carpeted floors and mad cowed hooligan’s waiting for the plotted set of cherries and sevens. I didn’t think a cigarette could taste so good out of disgust..
Maybe it was the in between tables, Spanish to Regular and back to Spain just to have a smoke and a sarcastic chuckle to suppress my anger.
Maybe it’s the minimum bets with the minimal effort. I guess that speaks for itself. Maybe I should count how many times I didn’t count cards…
Hate to drop degrees for my thoughts and I hope whoever reads this hears the chills running through my body. It couldn’t have happened a worse time.
But you keep your head up and trust your fate. If you don’t.. you’re just another node transferring funds through the busy carpet and bright lights.
