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    Depends on the Math
    3 pathogens detected
    Tonight, after a meeting at work, two of my coworkers and I went to Big Daddy's for drinks and cards. Now, before I go any further, let me get two things straight:
    1. I think that gambling is pretty ridiculous. And when one becomes addicted or does it in an effort to make more money, it is downright dangerous. Mostly, I went to hang out with these two girls.
    2. I think slot machines are ultimately stupid. I really don't see the allure. At all.

    Anyway, I had a great time. I am not a good card player. After a long day and a rum and coke on an empty stomach, I'm even worse. But depending on how you do the math, I either won $3 or lost $.75. I played with $38, made $41, but the ATM there (I forgot/ was unaware that I needed cash) charged a $2.75 service fee (if you're wondering about the strange amounts, I did withdraw $40, but my drink was $2). I am now pretty good at Texas Shootout, good at PaiGow Poker, and moderately poor at Dakota something-or-other (I don't remember that one).

    It was fun, but I really don't see where an addiction would form unless one became convinced that one could beat the house on a regular basis. And if one could do that, the casino would be out of business.