Mad Gambling

August 10, 2004


I have the air conditioner turned down to 65. The electric bill is not my concern. I’m in Louisiana right now with my dad. We’re staying a night at the Isle of Capri in Lake Charles. With the casino in walking distance, it’s a convenient location. It’s ten till four and dad is already gone for the night, but I’ll be catching up with him soon. I’m gambling with the $40 he gave me, otherwise, I wouldn’t gamble at all. Not that I don’t enjoy it. I mean, what’s not to enjoy? Free drinks, interesting people, flashing neon lights and matching sound effects – I really do like this atmosphere but I’m not about to blow my money on the chance that I may or may not hit the big one. I’m tight with money but I’ll spend dad’s, and if I do win anything, I get to keep it.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist