Frank, You are very refreshitng in gambling. I'm glad that you show'd up. I think that you are after showing people the real motivations, the real conditions, the real process, the real psycology of professional gamblers. I think that is a good thing. I think the people of the world deserve to know the thought process of idiots like us.
I'm a Christian boy from Scott County, Mississippi. How did I get roped into this life of sin? That's a long story that I don't want to tell tonight.
You're pretty good at breaking down the psychology of it, Frank.... too damn good. I'm a highschool dropout. I never even took algebra. When I decided I wanted to be on a par with you big shot gamblin' asses. I took it to heart. Fairlure was not an option.
I got myself on an even par with you kind best of the gamblin' folks, knowledge wise, that is. But the truth is Frank, I'm not on an even par with you. I can do the math as good as you. But I can't do the psycholy as good as you. I have no rhyme, reason, or hell why I succeeded in gambling, other than my sheer ability.
But you better understand this. Whether I jump off a freight train in Ogden, Nevada or Cheyenne, Wyoming. Whether I check into a soup line. Whether I check into a mission. Whether I got kicked to the curb my my childhood sweetheart. Whether I got my ass kicked on a play. Whether I walk thru a parking lot of a shopping center with my backpack on and hear the clicking sound of all the people sitting in their cars hitting their door locks, I know who the hell I am.
I made myself out to be a gambler in a big time gambling world. But I was also pushing 40 before I got into it.
What's my motivation for the whole damn thing? I'm a clean and pure survivor. The way I lived my life, I pushed myself into a deep dark corner. The only way out was gamblin'. That's the truth, brother.
