Casinoist

Away from the traditional quintissential home visiting, I travelled away, through the roads that stretched over 300 kilometres... Up to the hilltop, in a place where dollar and cents change hands faster than the speed of light; in this place where fortunes are won and lost in just a matter of seconds. I took my chances here on an annual basis...

It’s amusing how casinoists are scientists one way or another. They analyse a certain field and come up with thesis for the winning strategy; Some of which became a theory that probably lasted for only a few minutes... But more often than not, the probability of winning in a chanced game is often on the bankers end. Even though they realized the odds are stacked against them, they still took their chances, including me...

Ill gotten gains, acquired through the smile of Miss Lady Luck. Gratification upon the losses of many others. Realizing my materialistic needs through the anguish of ill lucked people... Will I be pardoned of this sin, that I only commit as a yearly affair...