“Come on, Jesus! Come onnnn, Jesus!” William, or Willy B. Casino King, as he liked to call himself, watched the wheels of the slot machine spin, spin, spin. Nothing else mattered. Not the complimentary drinks plied by friendly waitresses, not the din of other gamblers or the chink of their chips, not even the muffled
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The bartender came over and placed my drink on the bar in front of me. “Charge it to your room Sir?” “Yes please, Room 3205.” I replied. I took a sip of my Manhattan and glanced at my watch. 2:15 pm, probably a little early to be drinking a Manhattan but I had just walked