sad-reality

Those who understand history are condemned to watch other idiots repeat it.

Once an opportunist like Mickey, who took the argument when she jumped on some devastated wretch's machine and jackpotted that it was the "cash-ino's money" she was winning, Moon returned after her six month break with the view that the separation had somehow sweetened the honeypot. The sad reality, she quickly learned, was that she was not irreplaceable; as such, the Casino felt no compunction to welcome her back with multi-jackpots. Instead, it took her money everyday and did not once give her a jackpot so that she could say, "Ah. They missed me." Instead, all she could keep saying was, "Verr-y bed. Verr-y bed. Suck-ah all my money!

Finally, I formulate and say a little prayer to God, and since we haven__ officially spoken since my mom and Elliott died that takes up quite a bit of my time. The rest of it I spend on trying to determine what I think love really is and what I actually feel for Tally Landon at this point. Upon deep reflection, I realize that I must be at the edge of life__ abyss. This is me. All there is left of me; and yet, I__ looking over and contemplating its meaning on whether to jump or stay. I__ not sure this feeling for Tally Landon is made up of love any more than it is of hate. This must be a kind of purgatory__he in-between place__ecause these pervasive feelings of rage and passion for Tally are equalized and actually co-mingle together__ike fire and water__ach ready to extinguish the other. I__e come to accept the truth. There may be nothing left for us. It could go either way.