DIMMED OUT

Jersey Shore, Boardwalk Empire; fugettaboutthem!  My crew and me owned Atlantic City.

That’s where I made my first million.  I was just a kid and had lost every dime at the roulette table that evening, I mean everything.  I didn’t even have change to get into a toilet stall!   Clenching ass, I was about to walk out of the bathroom and go, I – don’t - no - where, when a generous sole recognized my pained expression and offered me a dime.  “Thank you - thank you,” I said now doubled-over.  Please give me your address and I will promptly express mail you your money back plus interest.  Halfheartedly he declined before handing me his card and heading off.  Turning now to take care of business another gentleman exited holding open a stall door for me.  So excruciating were my pained bowels that I rushed in; ten minutes later emerging with a clear colon, renewed vigor and a dime.  With it I promptly bought a chip, place it on black, and low and behold I won!  Repeating the process again and again, increasing my wagers each time, I failed to loose all through the night leaving the casino at dawn with a cool million.  Recalling this story years later with my trusted associate Frank Nitti I mentioned how I wish could have repaid the kind man.  “But didn’t you have his card?” asked Frank.  “Fuck that sucker I was always beatin him, I mean the gent who held the door.”