How Slot Machines Work: Losses Disguised as Wins 

Sitting infront of a pokey in Glasgow....pissed....disillusioned....desolate...empty. I only feel alive when I gamble....(to be more accurate - when I lose). Another cider and black and other £100 in coins....In they go, one at a time....The lights flash, the pokey spins...my brain is alive...I am safe....I am down to £20....Where did it go? Another cider and black, a shot of tequilia and a swig of vodka from my hip flask. The lights flash, the wheels spin, my brain is soothed by the flashing lights....I am so happy...I am safe...I am not bored....I'm not lonely. I feel emboldened now.....I want to gamble...I want to be a man. Over to another machine, £10 minimum spin on the pokey. I swagger like Clint Eastwood to the bar and bark in a fake American accent..."Whiskey...!" The fat, illiterate tart behind the bar is impressed...She sees a pokey playing n'er do well....a devil may care he-man who gambles every second of his life. She knows she will be begging me to keep going, when we are back at her mouse infested bed sit later on tonight. But I go back to the pokey....£100 minimum bet, with a credit card....no limit. Apples. oranges, pears, cherries....around they spin....the money goes it and then....finally...eventually,....the noise I dread to hear....the noise I hope will never hit my ear drums....that cacophy of terror I dread each second of every day....JACKPOT..... I have won. The machine belches out pound coins ...100 at a time...On and on it goes....£100 in coins spewing out endlessly infront of me....£100...£1,000...£10,000...spewing out to meet me. Other gamblers come to congratulate me, but it is really money they seek...A little old lady offers me congratulations, but is soon disabled with the hardest of head butts. Am I happy? Am I really a compulsive gambler? Yes...I am the Pokey Man...I live to gamble...I will risk my own liver to win a tenner. As you read this, you see the truth...The one thing you knew was true...bt wanted to avoid....I am you...You are the Pokey Man. You will never leave me...I will take everything you have ever owned....Apples. cherries, bananas, lemons.....the Pokey Man has won...Your sould is mine.

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Sitting infront of a pokey in Glasgow....pissed....disillusioned....desolate...empty. I only feel alive when I gamble....(to be more accurate - when I lose). Another cider and black and other £100 in coins....In they go, one at a time....The lights flash, the pokey spins...my brain is alive...I am safe....I am down to £20....Where did it go? Another cider and black, a shot of tequilia and a swig of vodka from my hip flask. The lights flash, the wheels spin, my brain is soothed by the flashing lights....I am so happy...I am safe...I am not bored....I'm not lonely. I feel emboldened now.....I want to gamble...I want to be a man. Over to another machine, £10 minimum spin on the pokey. I swagger like Clint Eastwood to the bar and bark in a fake American accent..."Whiskey...!" The fat, illiterate tart behind the bar is impressed...She sees a pokey playing n'er do well....a devil may care he-man who gambles every second of his life. She knows she will be begging me to keep going, when we are back at her mouse infested bed sit later on tonight. But I go back to the pokey....£100 minimum bet, with a credit card....no limit. Apples. oranges, pears, cherries....around they spin....the money goes it and then....finally...eventually,....the noise I dread to hear....the noise I hope will never hit my ear drums....that cacophy of terror I dread each second of every day....JACKPOT..... I have won. The machine belches out pound coins ...100 at a time...On and on it goes....£100 in coins spewing out endlessly infront of me....£100...£1,000...£10,000...spewing out to meet me. Other gamblers come to congratulate me, but it is really money they seek...A little old lady offers me congratulations, but is soon disabled with the hardest of head butts. Am I happy? Am I really a compulsive gambler? Yes...I am the Pokey Man...I live to gamble...I will risk my own liver to win a tenner. As you read this, you see the truth...The one thing you knew was true...bt wanted to avoid....I am you...You are the Pokey Man. You will never leave me...I will take everything you have ever owned....Apples. cherries, bananas, lemons.....the Pokey Man has won...Your sould is mine.

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