I was a gambler. Wasted a 1/2 a mill in two years. Two businesses and a marriage.
With children. Busted more than one piggy bank to gamble. They fell down, I said.
One day too late I realized I didn't wanted to win. But to lose. Pseudo masochism.

I'm a player now. Will never play against the casinos again.
I play poker and baccarat against other players. Casino gets a percentage. That's it.
It's the same thrill, only no remorse. And once in a while, your pockets are full of money.
A Bball game here, a horse there. Not excessive. Don't need it to support a family either.

Gambling is the worst of all drugs. And I know drugs.
The gambler is always well dressed. Lots of jewelry (fresh out of the pawn shop),
Manicure, power haircut and French perfume.
Who is going to help someone like that?
The junkie is dirty, smelly, living in filth. He has a change for help. Not the gambler.
Typing this brings painful memories. I hope my pain does some good.