Technically, I did not leave my wife. I’m hoping and praying that she joins me in Vegas. And my bestest daughter ever. But yes, I picked up without any warning and drove all the way to Vegas. Took four days of hard-driving. But here I am, no job, no future, no sanity. And a big ole crooked grin on my 52 year old face!
Gramps, thanks for the offer of the ticket home, but I aim to stay. I’m attempting to live on less than $1,000 a month, and to earn my living as a professional gambler. I don’t want any nay-sayers. You can’t talk me out of it. You can just sit back and secretly think that I am making a huge mistake. Here’s an article that expresses my sentiments exactly. Don’t hate, brothers. Secretly plan how you can pursue your dreams–before it is too late!