Gambler 2

I love gambling more than anything else in the world. I just have no sense of time when I gamble. Does time really exist, I wonder? It does not seem to exist at all. What is time? It's just a measurement of change from one place to another place. Nothing more. To say time is relative is to say that time does not exist at all. AT least that's what I think. "Time blew out my mind/ streaked the streets with yellow lies." She wants me to explain. I tell her it means that all the little details of life blew out my mind, that yellow lies refers to Asian lies, all the little yellow lies we tell each other, that yellow lies also refers to the two yellow lines in the middle of a street. She smiles. She likes that. She likes that. She croons it. I like it when she sings. She's got some voice, a real songbird she is, a real pitch in the dark. It calms me down. I'm just so angry inside. I'm like a walking timebomb. "Let's hit the Bellagio." The Bellagio is my favorite although I usually I do not do well there. I love the hotel, and the lyrical waterfountain outside. It's featured prominently in the Ocean 11 movies which I despise. We walk through the hallways and hallways and hallways of Bellagio. People are constantly looking at her which actually makes me smile. I step away from her to use the restroom and when I come back, some guy is talking to her, looking at parts of her body like an ape. I let them talk all they want. In fact, I bring a newspaper on such occasions and just read in a corner while they talk. Oh, yes, she does talk to other people. Not to me though. Not to me at all. She finally comes over to me and we again walk toward the table. I must conceded that she is beautiful. She looks like a lovely swan. She's a natural. I know that they are going to ruin her, like they ruin all women. I sit down at the table. I look up. Oh no. It's a Jewish girl. It's always the Jewish girls that get me. I mean, they have some magic touch or something. Jewish American Princesses... Once, I gave away $40,000 to some Jewish American Princess Salvation Club. I don't even think there is such a thing. She's not a girl anyway. She's a woman. She's about 23 and she looks straight at me and then she smiles. I order 2 Hennesseys. "Excuse me, but are you Keanu Reeves?" I start to crack up. "No, I'm not," I snap back. I guess we all look the same to these people. "May I please have your autograph?" "No." I want to get up and get out, then I look at the person asking for the autograph and I recognize him. He is a fellow member of the Achilles Heel Club. I sign my name for him. This means that I have to be at the Club at 9 PM.