This memory popped out during a recent conversation about addictive behaviors. I recall walking down the strip in Vegas, more or less penniless, and a fellow hawking the many attributes of his casino coaxed me (us?) in with 5 silver dollars for the slot machines.
Well, what the heck?
I was thrilled by the heavy, resistant feel of the one arm bandit's lever. I quickly came to believe that I might, I just might, win some moolah. Cherry, Bell, Bar. Bar, Bar, Cherry, etc.
I used up my five dollars without winning, of course, but here's where the weird part is.
Penniless as I was, the thought popped into my head that perhaps I could spend just a little bit and then maybe . . .
But the good angel on my other shoulder started haranguing me, and I left. I have never gambled again.
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was it just you or did we all gamble? i have no recollection of spending a dime gambling. Vegas was hot hot hot and food was cheap. we sucked up a/c until the sun went down and even then the desert was a bear to drive across. getting into the Sierra Madres and the cool air was a nice relief from the southwest.
i'll buy a lottery ticket every now and then....and...once spend 30 minutes on a gambling boat just outside of cincinnati.(tranportation luncheon-took 20, left with 30) way to tempting for my personality. thank god for angels...we've all needed them and used them many times over our lifetime.
now, if just had more discipline in my life i'd be just fine.
Gamble...gambol.
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