Corey
I get dealt the shittiest cards in the history of poker. I fold three hands in a row. Part of me is ready to just stand up and walk out of here. I’ve seen enough of gambling to know that when luck isn’t with you, you have to walk away.
But Stefano did so much to get me here. Surprised me with this trip, set up the cheering squad. How f*****g sweet was that? He actually listened to the story I told him about playing soccer as a kid and tried to remedy it.
He’s one in a million, this guy.
And that’s why I have to keep playing. Not because he cares whether I win or lose. I believe him when he say he doesn’t.
No, I need to win big, because I have a purpose for this money. And it could be a matter of life or death.
I’m not the praying sort, but I start asking Lady Luck, the angels,
