Monday, April 29, 2013

NaPoWriMo #29.667 (casino)


There is nothing lucky about the place. People flock there to buy a dream. They insert money into hungry slots hand over fist and leave pissed that they spent into the food and rent budget.

The casino is not a happy place. Money is treated as a commodity. The rules around handling it are oppressive. Every cent is watched by eagles in the ceiling.

As money handler, my work week goes by slow. The minutes tick by like days. And at the end of a shift, I am all used up. I am as happy as the masses of losers driving off the premises with their heads hung low.

---William James

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