The near miss
My plan today was to go work on my shots and then go into the office. When I woke up hearing rain, I knew the first part of my plan was out of the question.
I bummed around the house long enough for my parents to come back, so I drove out to the office, got there just after 10:30am. I worked until 12:30pm, getting some sentencing subs done. As I was about to leave, I got an email from the cop in the matter suggesting that this matter was going to turn into a shit fight. Oh well, guess everyday can't be an easy one.
Although it was raining lightly before, it was now raining fairly heavily. I knew I had two choices: go gym, or go casino. I stood at the bottom of my office contemplating. In the end, I went to withdraw $800. As I headed back to my car, the rain got heavier, and it only got stronger as I drove to the casino. I began wondering if this was some sign to tell me not to go. I could see myself losing it all and feeling like shit in the rain. But at the same time, a small part of me felt like I would 'defy the odds' against nature and some higher being if I came out on top on this day.
It got so strong I contemplated parking inside the casino, which would've meant less profits given I only intended to win $100 and leave. Anyway, I decided to scope out the street parking situation first, and there was a spot fairly close by, so I parked there. Skipped buying a ticket and ran to the casino in the rain.
I went in, exchanged for eight $100 chips, and went to the area where the main roulette tables were. I placed a bet on third column and black on a populated table and...watched the dealer say it was a double. I thought it meant a loss for me and waited for her to place the dolly on a losing number, only to watch her place it on 18. Wow, I had just won $100 on my first spin again.
So, it was time to leave. But I had driven my dad's car on Friday night and today, and wanted to help with the petrol. I looked at my chips and thought about trying to win another $100, but I knew that was greed talking. But then I realised I could just split one of them into $25 chips and try to win $25 for petrol, so that's what I did. This time I did a safer bet - first dozen and 19-36, and it landed on 12. I won $25 more.
I felt fortunate and went to cash in. That was enough for me. I left and ran back to my car in the rain.
As I was driving through the city, I saw the green arrow for the right turn and tried to make it, even though I had plenty of time. I didn't think I was going too fast, but maybe I was for this weather. I ended up losing control of my car. At first, it felt like I had over-steered, and then I got that sick feeling in my stomach as I realised I didn't have control over my car anymore, watching it slide across the lane, like it was on ice. Finally it stopped and I managed to re-direct it back on path without a problem. Luckily there were no cars around at all, or else it would've smashed into them for sure.
As I drove the rest of the way, I was going pretty slow, around 50km/h. I wondered if it was just the weather, my tyres, or if this was another 'message' from a higher being about my gambling. Was it a sign to stop?
I went to fill the car up with $25 worth of petrol, then went to the gym in the Wick. I hadn't been here for so long, don't think I've ever even seen this female receptionist, who was not only hot, but friendly.
I did the bike, weights and abs, and then went home.
So in a way it was a fairly good day for me, fairly efficient, got my work done, won some money and worked out, but I wonder if I had done any damage in terms of reviving my gambling habit. At this stage I'm prepared to say no.
I bummed around the house long enough for my parents to come back, so I drove out to the office, got there just after 10:30am. I worked until 12:30pm, getting some sentencing subs done. As I was about to leave, I got an email from the cop in the matter suggesting that this matter was going to turn into a shit fight. Oh well, guess everyday can't be an easy one.
Although it was raining lightly before, it was now raining fairly heavily. I knew I had two choices: go gym, or go casino. I stood at the bottom of my office contemplating. In the end, I went to withdraw $800. As I headed back to my car, the rain got heavier, and it only got stronger as I drove to the casino. I began wondering if this was some sign to tell me not to go. I could see myself losing it all and feeling like shit in the rain. But at the same time, a small part of me felt like I would 'defy the odds' against nature and some higher being if I came out on top on this day.
It got so strong I contemplated parking inside the casino, which would've meant less profits given I only intended to win $100 and leave. Anyway, I decided to scope out the street parking situation first, and there was a spot fairly close by, so I parked there. Skipped buying a ticket and ran to the casino in the rain.
I went in, exchanged for eight $100 chips, and went to the area where the main roulette tables were. I placed a bet on third column and black on a populated table and...watched the dealer say it was a double. I thought it meant a loss for me and waited for her to place the dolly on a losing number, only to watch her place it on 18. Wow, I had just won $100 on my first spin again.
So, it was time to leave. But I had driven my dad's car on Friday night and today, and wanted to help with the petrol. I looked at my chips and thought about trying to win another $100, but I knew that was greed talking. But then I realised I could just split one of them into $25 chips and try to win $25 for petrol, so that's what I did. This time I did a safer bet - first dozen and 19-36, and it landed on 12. I won $25 more.
I felt fortunate and went to cash in. That was enough for me. I left and ran back to my car in the rain.
As I was driving through the city, I saw the green arrow for the right turn and tried to make it, even though I had plenty of time. I didn't think I was going too fast, but maybe I was for this weather. I ended up losing control of my car. At first, it felt like I had over-steered, and then I got that sick feeling in my stomach as I realised I didn't have control over my car anymore, watching it slide across the lane, like it was on ice. Finally it stopped and I managed to re-direct it back on path without a problem. Luckily there were no cars around at all, or else it would've smashed into them for sure.
As I drove the rest of the way, I was going pretty slow, around 50km/h. I wondered if it was just the weather, my tyres, or if this was another 'message' from a higher being about my gambling. Was it a sign to stop?
I went to fill the car up with $25 worth of petrol, then went to the gym in the Wick. I hadn't been here for so long, don't think I've ever even seen this female receptionist, who was not only hot, but friendly.
I did the bike, weights and abs, and then went home.
So in a way it was a fairly good day for me, fairly efficient, got my work done, won some money and worked out, but I wonder if I had done any damage in terms of reviving my gambling habit. At this stage I'm prepared to say no.
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