Bright Lights.

There are endless rows of bright bulbs, flashing on and off in sync with each other. The smoke swirls slither through my finger tips and hair. I watch with distant eyes at all the people that come to play. They slip dollar bills into the machines (which they - the machines - snatch hungrily btw), making great gestures with their brows and lips at each winning and more often than not, each loss. I wonder about the lives of all those people and what brings them to these places. I know. If only there were kinder people in the world, perhaps they wouldn't spend their leisure time here. If only they saw the beauty elsewhere.

We trudged along and followed them to the nearest 1-cent machine.

We bet all we had: 20 dollars.

We plopped on the seats next to the machine and were forced to press again and again.

Finally it ended, the best parts are always the rides to and from the casinos. Don't worry, this is only momentary and you are one of the best persons I know. It will be over one day. Never again do you have to step into those smelly, artificial places again :). See you at graduation Maria!

Gambling. It's always a losing game.