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It’s one of those weekends. We all have them. Easily recognizable by an uncontrollable desire to lie flat on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. Ho hum. An hour later I drag myself to my feet, grab my laptop and sink back into the cushions. Even a little online gambling will be better than nothing. I manage to turn the thing on and drag my online casino out from my favorites. Roulette again? Oh well… This is punishment of the worst kind. Now I have to think of a number. My birthday again? Why is it that every time I play roulette I start off betting on my birthday? I key in 23 and bet twenty dollars. I watch with bored satisfaction as the little ball drops into pocket 23. $700, who cares? A voice in my head mumbles “let it ride”. I leave the money where it is and spin the wheel again. This online gambling can be so boring… The little white ball drops into pocket 23 again. I doze off, deep inside the online casino. But only for a minute, until the amount of twenty four thousand dollars seeps through the fog. Quit now, says the voice, and go and buy a car. I quit. But I’m not ready to stand up. I decide to do it again. But this time I will use Maggie’s birthday, 16. Where is she anyway? She said she was going to the movies with the girls. Twenty dollars on Maggie, I mean on 16. Watch the little white ball going round and round the wheel in the online casino. That’s it. 16. Leave all the money there and spin it again. 16. I’m hypnotized by the spinning roulette wheel. Maggie should be here to watch our new cars rolling in. Another twenty four thousand, another car? Oh, I suppose I could go look for one for forty eight thousand. This will mean standing up, though. But it may be worth it. I stumble into the kitchen and see the note on the front of the fridge. “We are going to a double feature. Get your own lunch. Love you, Maggie.” Oh, how I hate these endless weekends with nothing to do. Posted on: May 29, 2007
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