A gamblers diary...Day2

Day 2

Oh how the times have changed:

One day later and it seems my whole perspective has change, maybe I don’t have it in me to document my dissent. Its quite easy for an individual like my self to loose money, in fact I probably posses more dramatic losing stories then winning ones and I’m more then happy to boast of them to anyone with a curious ear. However writing in a public form requires one to distance them selves from posting anything but the complete and utter truth, cold hard fact and after just one day of documenting my dissent I realized I’m far to ashamed of some of my decision making well I’m playing the ponies. A reporter must be able to report freely and cannot be limited by ones own shame, what kind of stories would I produce view my topic through such a narrow scope...

Stop, Break, Pause

I’ve stopped to read over my writing and critic my work up to this point and it must be said it is clear to me that between day one and day two somewhere I lost a whole lotta money.

...I’ve here by decided that it may be best if I leave from time to time and don’t actually let them bury me in the back stretch. I will continue to gamble as it is in my nature but I would be far to ashamed to present a daily account of my dissent at the racetrack. I suppose it just too hard to hang yourself even when all the town folk’s are present. I will dedicate my self to at least two, or three stories before seasons end however I’ve decide it best that I not sacrifice all my saving in pursuit of a story I already know the ending to.

Zoltan Black