THIS IS MY GOLD CAR. I LOVE IT
I get a call at breakfast this morning, and it is Blondie (you remember, the she devil) telling me that she has the Twenty Five - $5 casino chips from the Tropicana. I hurry to chew and swallow my Taylor Ham Sandwich (God's Food) and jump in my Scion to see these casino chips in person. Still a little unbelievable that this girl could just find $125 in casino chips in a bag on the ground. That, is the supposed story.
In preparation for a trip, (in case Blondie's story is true), I fill up my vehicle with gas. It costs me $30 to fill up, and I am supposed to make $50 out of this transaction after cashing the chips, so I will wind up with a $20 profit. Just to get away from the TV set to Atlantic City today is making me feel good. I always try to defend the fact that gambling is not a real addition, but when a small dose of it (like today's trip will be) makes me feel better, I sometimes wonder. Nah!! No way is gambling comparable to crack, or coke, or meth, or heroin. None of those addictions will ever have a positive outcome. At least a gambling addiction will have you on the positive end of some pocket change (or more) when your done snorting the dice.
I arrive at Blondie's beat up apartment in Elizabeth NJ ( I hate that town), give her a call, and tell her to come to the car. As she approaches the car in her Yankees baseball shirt, I glance at the white shopping bag tied in a knot , swinging in her hands. She tosses it over to me, and I untie the knot to reveal the casino chips. That quick feel and the sound of them rubbing together as I poured them into my hands, was enough to convince me that the chips were authentic. Cool. Get in the car and lets go cash them.