Okay, so maybe cashing out my life savings, flying to Vegas, and putting it all on black was not the smartest thing I could have done. I knew I had only slightly better than a 47% chance to win but who thinks about things like that when they know that they have to win or their kid won’t make it into Harvard?
Well, that’s what I told the babe standing next to me at the roulette table. But why I really did it was to try to get rid of that damn bubbling sound in my left ear. I had to raise a lot of money for the surgery. My insurance sure as hell wasn’t going to cover it. Their review panel had denied me twice. Told me there was no bubbling sound. That it was psychosomatic. I knew better.
But I found a doctor in Tijuana who said he’d do the surgery. Cash only, gringo.
Damn, the ball dropped on 00. Now what?
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