Poker chips float in my head, for I am a gambler, a true gambler. My life is cards, my choices are by chance, I see life as a roulette table, spinning constantly as your ball tries to land on the number you put your money on. Gambling is my succession, my vice, and most likely will be my death.

I stand in front of the card table, waiting anxiously in front of my poker chips on the table top. I move them to the center of the tabletop as the dealer hands me two cards. I look at them and ask the dealer for one more. A nine is on one, and the other two are twos. I ask for one more card, I received an eight.

After the past five blackjack games, I head to another table, I grab from the tabletop two ruby dice and put many poker chips on the table. I grasp the dice, shake my hand and throw the dice at the far wall of the table.

Half of my money is now gone. I need to win more, I know I can do it. I go to another table where lies on the tabletop, a spinning wheel. I grab almost all my chips, until I was left with a three white chips. I put the chips on the tabletop over a black square which read thirty one. The wheel spins as the dealer drops the ball in the spinning wheel. The motion sickening spinning of the ball inside wheel makes me think of money in my possession. The wheel stops as the ball stops moving. I look to see the ball on a red square that reads two. I yell as if I were stabbed in the back, for all I have left are three white chips.

I walk in the casino to a small booth. I give my chip in to receive about twelve silver coins. I put them in my pocket and walk to the slot machines area. Brilliant and radiant sounds echo in my ear, my eyes are blinded by flashing light and my heart is pounding non-stop as I walk to one of the machines. I insert a quarter and pull the handle down.

I am down to my last quarter. Should I use it or should I just go home? This question enters my mind. Visions of the money flowing down from the sky are floating throughout my mind. I insert my final quarter into the slot and pull the lever. The sounds roars as the images on the slot machine move rapidly. I could hear the jingling of quarters spewing out. The spinning stops and no quarters fall out. I yell in rage at the machine.

I sit down at the bar counter. A man sits down next to me. He was a dirty man with a beard and a baseball cap.

“You gamble?” he said.

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Wanna play?”

“Play what?” I said. He lifted his hat and pulled out a six rounded magnum from the top of his hat.

“Russian roulette,” he said, “wanna play?” I thought of this and thought that it better be for a lot of money.

“How much?” I said.

“Two hundred sound good to you?” he replied.

“That’s fine.” I pulled into my wallet and pulled out several bills. I put it on the bar counter. The man put his ashy crisp bills on top of the counter. He hands me the gun as I spin the barrel of the gun. I hold it to my temple, close my eyes and pull the trigger.

I open my eyes to see nothing but fires and dust. I knew what just happened as I stand her now for an eternity in flames as a true gambler.