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ike Stokey was sitting at the bar in a little strip mall joint playing video poker. He was 18 dollars into the last of the three twenties he allowed himself to piss away gambling every week and looking at four cards of a royal straight flush. All he needed from the mindless machine was the ten of clubs and he’d walk away with a grand in his pocket. The little light in the lower right corner of the screen blinked incessantly urging him to hit the draw button and play the final card of the hand.
“I’ll get around to it,” he mumbled and reached for the glass of scotch near his elbow. Like most Vegas venues, this place served free drinks to players and late on this Sunday morning with the bar almost empty, Mike was taking full advantage. There’s not much to do when you’re unemploye
