Thursday, 28 September 2017

Loaded And Locked

I guess he was a newbie at being part of a gang that was stealing from an underground casino. While the rest of his buddies were stuffing stacks of bills into duffle bags, he had his gun pointed on me, and his mouth agape, as I rolled seven yet again on the craps table. He said he’d not shoot me until I rolled something other than seven or eleven, and I guess I’m thankful that for a criminal he was a man of his word, and left with the rest of them without shooting me, nor checking my loaded dice.

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