Bless the Losers

His luck depends on the roll of the dice. For most of the night, they are cold as ice. A twelve, three, or two, crapping out is nothing new. Seven and eleven naturals are overdue. Everything is the same in this sleazy joint. A seven out usually follows the establishment of a point. His luck is so bad, his situation is so sad. He has lost just about everything he had. Money talks in this place, and it says “goodbye”. Nevertheless, the sucker will be back for another try.