#Ruffroundtheedges, Part twenty-one.
This weekend, I was looking at some things, and a friend of mine reached out and asked me to do some gambling with them.
And, I don’t gamble. Some perfect reasons from my past.
My father was a compulsive gambler. And unfortunately,
he thought it was fun to take me to watch him waste all his money, either in slot machines or on horse racing. And then when we got home, there was no food for us to eat.
So, yes, Gambling.
My view of it was tarnished at a very early age. My father was a compulsive gambler. Not the excellent environment
or not the environment that is positive in any way at all.
So again, I don’t gamble. I don’t even like the sound or the smell of a casino, so please don’t ask me to go to a casino or gamble with you.
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