Damn you, gambling.

I've been fighting addiction since the age of 13. Started with masturbating. Replaced it with biting my nails. Replaced that with smoking. Replaced that with drinking. And replaced that one with gambling. I've found myself doing at least one of those everyday. Now that Lent is over, I can indulge in those sinful pleasures and only feel slightly guilty. Yesterday was that day.

I knew I needed a bunch of moneys in a short time since this whole "hitting a kid with my car" situation fit its way into my life. Lucky for me, I live a few hours away from a casino. Off I went to seek riches and live the American Dream with only a couple hundred dollars to invest. Roulette was the game that would either make me or break me. Already 8 drinks and $1500 into the day, I was ready to throw my money away or collect a fat check. The ball hit black more than enough times within the past 15 spins, so red was due for a shot. With drunken stupidity, or courage, whichever you prefer to call it, I threw down my stack on red and watched the ball circle around the wheel of "take your money." Just my luck, the ball lands on black. So much for the American Dream.

With $20 in my pocket, I had nothing left to do but get drunk, smoke cigarettes, bite my nails
, and masturbate. And that I did, respectively. Those stupid cocktail waitresses did nothing to help me out, other than fill my mind with lewd thoughts of what possible skills they may possess. But I guess that's life, for me anyway.

If the world is mine, by royal decree, I declare that all females must swing my way.