this morning #533.

this morning, driving west down route 40, he was forced to roll down all of the windows to keep himself from falling asleep. forty-four hours in the casino. out of cash. no reason to be there. he got in his truck & hit the road to run away from what he’d done. it’d begun as a trip on a whim, an excuse to get away for a bit in the service of solving his family’s financial woes. after two initial lucky hours, he hit the skids & by hour six, he’d exhausted his initial allotment. a half dozen trips to the ATM later, a day & a half had passed & he was still intent on getting his losses back. it took him eight more hours to stop chasing that dream. now he’d have to dream up a way to safely return to real life.