I won three-eighty.
After I spent 15.
I had this instinct about a horse named Marco Salt.
It's what happens EVERY time we gamble. I spend the afternoon betting paltry amounts on the underdog or the neglected machine. I lose.
Matt bets huge on several hands of poker and ends up getting "screwed by [fill in the blank]...and why do we even come here? I don't have money to spend on this! I want another piece of camera equipment."
"No, Matt. No."
"But this just...aaaah! I HATE gambling!"
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