I’m not a lucky kind of person.
When I was younger, I used to go to Foxwoods to play BINGO quite often.
I loved the whole experience of it – waiting in line to get my cards, then going over to the two-dollar dobber store and picking out which color I wanted (usually pink or green), and then finding a place to sit in the massive room that had a haze of cigarette smoke hanging above everyone’s head.
My friend(s) and I would set up somewhere and then look around and make fun of all the people who brought entire … Read the rest
