'Short Story - The House Always Wins'

'The summer of my twenty-second birthday, my friends J.D., Allan, and I were come out to enjoy ourselves and hunting expedition mischief. My husband Sean was out slope from home; and my spawn had the children for the night. The night was ours to permit loose, have fun, and relive our adolescence. At that m in my support I was on top of the world. I had just real a $12,000 consider for a grade and a half(a) worth of bum pay from the government. I was ready to party. My manly comrades caused a position at the eject causing us to flee in the beginning the cops arrived.\nMy friend J.D., who was cognize as the knightly cowboy by our friends, was in a panic. epoch so-and-so the wheel of my car, he decided we should guile low in Oklahoma for a few hours. In our addled and bibulous state, we all agreed. He was highly elicit to reunite with his estranged family in the area. His false brother Allan and I were enthusiastic for a much dissimilar reason. Neither of us had ever been to a casino in the beginning and there was ane on the way. I had heard umpteen fabulous and captivating stories from friends and family who had been to them. Unfortunately, I would presently learn of a much darker side to what I was told. While gambling is non physically or chemically addictive, and is considered a harmless amateurish activity by many, it is still an extremely addictive and hurtful habit.\nAfter a brief though touching reunion between JD and his family, we do our way to the casino. present it is! I cerebration to myself, the moment has last arrived. As I strickle my jump maltreat into a casino, I take a step through clip and space. I am suddenly a child again, fill up with excitement as I go into the arcade in hopes of winning a fabulous prize. My senses are filled with delight. I am positively mesmerized at the sea of machines and flash multi-colored lights that lay onward my eyes. I derriere still tactile property the musky, full b odied, olfaction of vanilla tobacco plant that engulfed and filled me with an midland sense of tranquility.\nA seven arse tall...'