I had a great uncle who used to gamble 6 or 7 days a week, living close enough to Atlantic City that it was convenient. People around him were concerned that he was an addict and needed an intervention but he justified it in a very interesting way. He said every one of us has hobbies and activities that we spend money on, going out with friends, paying for activities we enjoy and for food and drinks that we shit and piss out later that day or the next, and we end up with less money at the end of the day than we started out with. He said he doesn’t go anywhere or do anything except gamble. He enjoys himself and comes home at the end of some days with more money than he left with, most times less, but never broke or needing to take out more than he started with, and he drank every night for free, and saw people he knew every single night, and had a great time with whoever was there. Gambling wasn’t his addiction, he said. It was his hobby and social life.
Now, if I lived in Vegas or LA, I’d go broke in a month from seeing PS escorts. I didn’t know that 3 months ago, but I sure as fuck know it now.
