They call you “The Gambler” because you just bet your child’s college tuition on roulette. You put it all on black and the spin came up red so you lost everything.
“My God what have I done,” you shout as you fall to your knees by the table.
A few people will take pity on you by throwing chips on the floor around you. You’ll grab at them and bet them on black, but it will still come up red.
Finally you’ll crawl on all fours off of the casino floor, crying about how you’ve ruined your family.
“There goes The Gambler,” other casino patrons will whisper as you crawl past them. “He’s a legend.”
“So long Gambler!” a waitress will shout.
“Hey Gambler, where you heading next?” a boy will ask.
“I’m going to jump off of a bridge,” you’ll tell him. “The money I bet on that table is nothing compared to what I owe to the bookmakers.”
“Good luck Gambler!” the boy will shout as you crawl out the front door and make you way toward the bridge.
“I have a disease,” you’ll whimper.
Happy The Gambler Day!