Its a sunny day today. Walking outside, all I can think about is how life has taken such a massive turn. How did one go from being on top of the mountain, to scrapping at the bottoms of my piggy bank? Like an addict, I scratch my palms at the sight of slot machines. Like an addict, I looked as my bank balance slowly turned itself to negative values. And like an addict, I took my phone, dialed my ex-wifes number and asked her for more money.
She screamed with frustration. I could hear her crying; I heard her begging me to put an end to my gambling addiction. Her cries and my kids howls behind her drowned underneath my neurotic need for gambling my money away. I grew up as a person who completely abstained from drugs, smoking and every…
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