Vegas kicked my b$tt

It’s hard when reality meets fantasy

Many years ago now when my dear wife Loretta passed away at the young age of 47 leaving me a 9 yr old to raise in the midst of my grief, it “knocked me off my horse.” After many days of awakening early and driving the freeways of Southern California listening to music and from time to time weeping, I decided that I needed a social outlet.

I enjoyed watching professional poker and the

I am suing JIB. What began as a rush of adrenaline and bright lights in poker rooms has turned into something far more personal and painful. Years ago, I was hooked by the highs of the game—the sting of a bad beat softened by a $3,500 jackpot and the intoxicating belief that I could master the cards. Today, that excitement is overshadowed by the toll it has taken on my life and health. The thrill that once fueled me now competes with the reality of a broken heart and a body that reminds me every thirty minutes, for six long hours a day, that some losses follow you home.

In addition, the static of people arguing the rules and breaking them hit my mental disorders right on the head. No tournaments for me. So then, how did I find myself in the middle of a ring of degenerate poker and slot gamblers chasing the adrenaline high and why was I enticed by JIB to return to Vegas when I had retreated about a month ago? Well, it’s complicated. But being a lawyer by trade. The answer, sue JIB. I did it yesterday in Needles California Superior Court. Now I’ve thought better of it, and I am considering attacking the system head on that nearly killed me, but yet, after a four day hospitalization last weekend finds me in the best shape I have been in for three years. Imagine, what was Acute, is now Chronic. God really works in mysterious ways.