Is That Real or Made of Pudding?
|How have I
let things get this bad? Here I am sitting next to a fat welfare momma on
a Greyhound bus; twenty-four hours ago I was on top of the world.
Sitting at a black jack table with 2.5 mil in chips in
front of me, shots of Johnny Walker Blue comped by the hotel at my beck
and call ladies lining up to gravy train. I was in heaven. Then I heard
‘MOUSE BABY what are you doing here?’ I went
red in the face as the crowd turned to study me again, this time with
a skeptical gaze.
I take 25 10k chips and calmly place them in the circle in front of me. I get dealt a six/five with the dealer showing a four. ‘Double down’ I shout as the crowd gathers to watch me play.
Alisa turns her head afraid to look, closing her eyes as the dealer flips me a nine. ‘Player has 20’ announces the dealer as he flips his down card. ‘Dealer has six.’ A hush falls over the crowd as the dealer turns a three, then a five followed by an ace. The dealer steps back to show his hand ‘fifteen, dealer hitting fifteen’ he calls out. You could hear a pin drop.
Alisa opens her eyes….time slowed as he turned the
next card, ‘Six. Dealer has 21.’ The crowd is stunned silent
as they watch half a million taken off the table.
dealer showed his hands up and down and left the table. I sat alone with
my thoughts as Alisa returned to me. ‘I saved you a hundred dollars
so you can get a bus ticket home.’