I would like to thank author Benjamin Michael Greene for his contribution. This one’s for you.

*This story takes place circa 1959 and contains language typical of that period (including slang, which is spelled phonetically).

At some point in life, we all drift through shadows. When the chips are down, when you’re down on your luck, ya do what ya gotta do to survive. Ya have ta hedge your bets and take a gamble sometimes.

I was sitting in a bar in the Golden Nugget, nursing a glass of Bushmills Black Irish Whiskey and drowning myself in self-pity. The roulette wheel had turned futilely, just like my life. I swirled the last drops of whiskey at the bottom of my glass, wondering how I ever let myself get to this point.

Please subscribe to keep reading.