They Might Have a Point

You know, I've always thought legal age limits were silly. Let anyone take an aptitude test, for driving, for drinking, for voting, whatever. If they can do it and do it well, without risking harm to others, let them, no matter how young they might be. Such was my attitude towards gambling, as well. If I can be a good gambler, let me into a casino. Hell, I'm still fiscally more responsible than most of the old folks, who range from recently retired to recently deceased, that you'll find in most casino crowds.

And yet, recently I've been thinking. Maybe I'm not such a responsible gambler. After all, I have flipped coins with Randy for anything up to $10 a flip. And I've played 9-ball games for up to $30 a game as well (thank God I won that one). I know, it's not that impressive. But when you manage to lose $80 in the span of 2 hours, you have to ask yourself, "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE DOING? GET A FUCKING JOB." Ok, so maybe that last part was not a question.

"How much do you make at your job?"
"Oh, $7.50 an hour."
"Oh that's good."
"What about you?"
"Anywhere from +$90 to -$80."
"..."

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"Oh, Son," my mother said, "why don't you be sensible and go to Harvard or Princeton."