The Game #2
I'm posting this a little bit early since I'm heading out of town for a couple days.
I once heard a story of a guy who bet ten million dollars on a game of roulette. My game won’t have beautiful women in cocktail dresses watching me or any casino manager biting his nails as the wheel spins, waiting for the ball to stop.
The man bet on black; I heard he won.
Me, I don’t have all that much to loose; I don’t have all that much to gain. I’m still not sure if the odds are with or against me. I know it’s one to five. I’m just not sure what outcome I want. But that’s why I’m leaving it up to fate.
Although I thought about evening the odds -- it didn’t seem fair to the lower probability option -- I concluded long ago that three to three just doesn’t sound right. Plus, that’s not how this game is played.
I put in the ball, spin the wheel, and I’m playing my own game of roulette. I’m betting everything I have. As the wheel makes it’s last click, I pull the trigger to see if I won.
It was black.
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2 comments:
For some reason I love roulette - even though I've never played it. Ever since I read Dostoevsky's "The Gambler" I have wanted to give it a try.
I love the feel of this piece. It gives the feel of someone making a new turn in their life - exhibited by a single bet. Great job.
Tight. Dug it.
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