As luck would have it, I didn’t have to touch it in the end. One lucky night in Atlantic City with a loud mouth asshole who had more money than brains had won me four nightclubs. Two in New York and two in South Beach, all prime locations.
I’m not sure if said asshole was high when he threw them into the pot after losing a few hundred grand to me at the tables. Or if he truly believed he had a winning hand when he made the choice.
But when my royal flush beat his straight it was game over and no way for him to renege. I’d been in shock for like five minutes after it happened, not believing that shit like that really happens.
I half expected it to be a joke. That any minute someone was going to come and take the papers he’d signed right there at the table from me.
But once the shock wore off I realized what I held in my hands. The first thing I did was look up the asshole and the clubs, still not quite believing my luck.
It had all panned out. Now that I think about it, I’d been feeling pretty much the way I do now in the days leading up to the big win. Listless and bored with everything around me.
That’s how I’d found myself in Atlantic City looking for some excitement. I wonder what the hell game life is playing now?
Whatever it is I have no doubt that I can navigate my way through whatever fuckery it sends my way, I always do. As was evident by the progress I’d made with the business.
Like I said, I hadn’t started out wanting to own nightclubs, it wasn’t something I’d ever been interested in other than for a night out.
I thought I’d coach college ball or some other shit like that once I healed, but life had other plans as usual. And as usual I just rolled with the punches. I didn’t grow up in New York for nothing. If nothing else we’re resilient as fuck.
Now three years later, at the ripe old age of twenty-nine my life is well set financially but I’m bored as hell again. Had I already seen, experienced, lived all that there was? I hope not.
After that night at the tables, when I saw what gambling could do to a person, I never went back. I had no reason to now anyway. In that first year I was too busy learning the ropes to indulge in sporting pastimes.
Then once I got the hang of it, there was too much to do to turn the places into mine to think of anything else. It was pure luck that I’d sat at that table that night. The night that changed the course of my life.
Last I heard the guy who lost to me was still trying to get back on his feet. Not that he’d lost everything, but losing businesses that brought in millions a year would be a hard blow for anyone.