"There has to be something that fancies you Tom, roulette, blackjack, poker, idiotic slots, take your pick" said Jaleut while rolling a fresh spread of a cigarette. I cannot deny the simple fact that I was addicted to the casino, my old man, a disastrous train wreck that left his 2 month old baby at home with his sister to bring some cash home. Never did, and my aunt was fed up when I became old enough to try my hand at gambling.
In the late 1980's, there were three main things that people go there for. Number one, free food, no doubt that casino food was shit for the third end but the more you play and the more you win and lose, you will eventually reach the high toss which was higher end of the casino, Food was still bad but hey who wants to argue for overcooked lobster, and bland chicken? The second reason was the one thing that got me hooked like fish to the worm, blackjack brigands with over 20,000 dollars and 25,000 in house chips. Thirdly, it was a supermarket for the rich and infamous, stolen cars, prior to release watches, you name it!
I personally had been playing blackjack all my life, at a subtle age of 8, I mastered basic strategy as my uncle secretly snuck in some playing cards and my dad's old notes for my Christmas present. While everyone were into some pokenob game, I sat down by myself practising basic mathematics. I was close to win the finals, very close. I regretted what I did every single day, from going to the same place twenty years ago, I still feel it, she was the reason I gave up the game, or was it?