Gambling.
I never saw myself doing it. My thoughts on the subject prior to today were as such; casinos are places where silly people drop their money into blinking machines for the joy of pushing a few buttons. I just didn't see the point. After today, I feel that casinos are places people go to lose a lot of cash. (Or me at least.)
I'm nineteen. On my eighteenth birthday I visited Castle, our local sex shop, and smoked a vanilla cigar. Gambling didn't even register in my head.
Why did I wait so long?
Alec's mom drove me, Sean, Alec, and his Gran Gran to the Toppenish casino tonight. She funded the whole extravaganza. I started with forty dollars and was lured in like a moth by the bleeping noises and shining lights of a Cleopatra machine. All went well, my luck was with me. I turned a five dollar bill into fifteen. It was nearly alchemy.
Then things got bad.
I spent the forty faster than a horde of seagulls eat a chunk of stale bread. Then I moved on to the nine dollars I had in ones. Alec's mom saved the day, and bestowed me with yet another twenty dollars.
Then things got worse.
The twenty dwindled. Until I, remembering the scarcity of cigarettes and gasoline and general-anything-at-all in my life, stopped playing after I lost another ten dollars.
(Oh I forgot to mention that there was smoking allowed in the casino! That was probably one of the most thrilling parts.)
Finally things spiraled into an uncontrollable plummet to the depths of despair.
I discovered the slot machines with the levers. How could I resist? It was a LEVER. And I pulled it. And I pulled it again. And again.
The whole time my money was being consumed I kept desperately hoping that I would win a thousand dollars and live in comfort and luxury.
Needless to say, it didn't happen.
I lost it all. All of Mrs. Chunn's money, and some of my own pitiful stash.
Goodbye money, I will miss you, truly.
Gambling...not a great idea, but a lovely time all the same.
