Praying in the Golden Temple

The slots spin, the casino’s siren song bellows its flashy music-box tune. Click, click, click…. O so close! “It’s not gambling,” she says, “it’s just a half-assed prayer we ritually repeat to a sleeping deity. one that doesn’t like germy fingers poking at her all night. Don’t forget to wash your hands, they provide restrooms, for when we are tired of crapping out on the craps tables.”