Chapter 4 - On a train bound for nowhere...
Chapter 4 didn't tell an individual story and it didn't hope to grasp an idea - as Chapter 3 did - instead it told of the beginning of a journey... of an affair really - with a mistress that I find most cruel but most intoxicating... GAMBLING.
Those who know me know that I love to gamble. And most know why. My father was a gambler and a handicapper and a dreamer and a free spirit. The last two attributes , for anyone - make it hard to be a successful gambler... but they do make it more fun when you win. All of these poker players and professionally horse cappers I see don't have any fun because they play to the 51st percentile and that's it... my father... and I - play to the 30% percentile. We play for the long shot, for the rush, and not for the fun but sometimes...for the pain.
You see - sometimes people like to gamble 2$ because it's a rush to win. I like to gamble $2k because then it's a rush to do either... if you lose 2$ - who cares? If you lose 2k$ or win 2k$ then it's a rush either way. This is what causes the sickness of gambling and luckily I am not as bad as my father... but - - I do have some stories to tell about my dark horsed mistress. I do indeed... and that is what chapter 4 is about... a short collection of situations and scenarios that only a fellow gambler would find interesting... this chapter is not for the pedestrian minimum bet player.
