My First Trip to a Casino
My First Trip to a CasinoMy First Trip to a Casino
I had anxiously awaited my first trip to a casino from the moment the local networks televised their arrival in Biloxi, Ms. Knowing my mode of transportation was inadequate for this lengthy distance, and my finances were inadequate as well, I longingly awaited for my chance at riches.
I could barely contain my excitement on the endless drive to Biloxi. I must have asked enough questions to write a three-chapter book. Jerry, my friend, patiently answered all of these to the best of his knowledge of casinos. I remember thinking, after hearing his muffled chuckle, that his amusement was as strong as my excitement. Upon arrival, I literally jumped from his vehicle before it had completely stopped.
I felt like a wild stallion rushing pass bodies with my long mane blowing in the wind. The bright lights on the grand entrance had a magnetic quality about them. I felt myself drawn to them, almost hypnotically. I came back to my senses once Jerry caught up with me and grabbed my elbow. He laughingly advised me to slow down. Once inside, Jerry immediately handed me a one hundred-dollar bill and told me to go have fun. Jerry informed me as to what area he could be located in. I safely tucked the bill in my deepest pocket.
I began to move through the vast crowds of people, swerving and dodging bodies as my eyes moved from left to right trying...
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