ExoticaPoetry/LIT. (BlueNote-DaddyIzms)

I'm going to the Hopi medicine man to be cured of my life dysfunction... "You seem like the type who would miff a golden opportunity," he said. "Well, that is why I'm here baba, what do you think?," I said. "Are you African American?", he asked. "No, I am FBA-Indigenous Freedmen" I replied, "I'm of the men of my broken and desecrated tribe who should yet reproduce the finest people in the world..." "Hmmm..." the weathered herbalist had seen dust devils for days, no stranger to redirecting a sun demon's energy. He rubbed his reddish Sedona clay toned chin of sweat, then threw porcupine grease on the fire. "I can fish a part of your heart out the well of vanity, and douse it with flames of renew and vigor." Will it burn in me now, like a river of Phoenix? "The Southwest sun shines down, smiles and frowns... then brutalizes All, no matter what color or race of man. Ye shall be gold, platinum and bejeweled of heart. The feet of the Most Ancient Wakanda and holiest must rest upon your burnished bronze breastplate. In other words, (he paused to scatter some earth & spice medicine over my future, symbolically sprinkling a mix of dirt, brown sugar, cinnamon, mace and ginger powder to each of the 4 directional winds)... "In other words You must submit to a master, to become a master-healer".... I exited the wick sweat lodge in the desert, feeling a little queasy from the Peyote tea we drank earlier, yet a bit refreshed by the outback's baking afternoon air. A wash basin to clean off puke, a bowl of blueberries, strawberry fig newtons, Dr. Sebi Alkaline Water and an orange mango Body Armor drink were on a table set for my recovery. There had been a 12 hour food fast as well, since I wanted the smoke to banish bad luck from me, chiefly. Looking down at my vomit-cleaned palms, my left hand spoke back magic up to me and said: "Beware of thy neighbor"... My right hand championed peace, proclaiming by waving at my face wildly: "We're all in this together!"

*NEVER Gamble More than $100.ºº In A Day.

*NEVER Gamble More than 5x A Year.

*Never Gamble Alone.

*Never Too Late To Quit.

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Surrender the urge to try to get your losses back, SURRENDER. It's honestly not that fun At All watching dreams go down the drain, and for many of us as neurotic problem gamblers, there's an innnate need to obtain a sense of Justice for all the money wagered plus time invested while consistently getting back so little in return. We put in, or put up our oft-hard-earned dollar and expect at least somewhat decent payouts from time to time or instantly after pouring thousands into the buttoned bandits. Even if it's only 15% of total losses, but fairness isn't the casino gangsters' forté, by a mile. Dear slot patrons who end up going through ridiculous amounts of cash just to get into the bonus round, which one might think would be when the machine finally pays up in winnings and makes up for being so unforgiving, but instead kicks out another Underwhelming Dud (this also is a form of near-misses), we have to wake up from delusions of jackpot grandeur lest our lives be consumed by dark agony of Financial Suicide. The House is rigidly programmed to its bottom line and inhuman slots turn frigid on a whim irrespective of higher bets or brief hot streaks. Casino profiteers thrive off of blown savings, pensions, rent payments and tuitions- but most of all off people's expectations. The hope that a machine will catch fire and provide a financial boost keeps us coming back as Suckers, and keeps casino brass getting over like fat rats. If you keel over and Die right at the slot in pursuit of getting that Get-back, the heartless hustle will march on. 24/7, 365 days a year. 99% of gamblers will never win back even a fraction of what we donate to those bloodlless slots & tables. Casinos frequently claim a 6%-8% house edge on slots, but in reality for the individual their edge is way higher. Most casino slot machines are wound really tight and not worth playing, stringing gambling addicts along, Sticking To Their Ceiling$. Yes, invisible ceilings that the player can't exceed. Remember, The House Is Always Crooked and will unbudgingly take 💯Grand from a player and kick back less than 10grand over a period of time- The More You Play, The More You Lose. I've gambled in 4 different states for almost a decade and found that virtually all casinos follow the same Evil practices.

100 : >10 odds to get just 15% back of what we chose to fork over, in the long run.

The money risks and time-consumption, combined with the grief that comes with bad decision-making are all of the Devil's territory. Lose 10k, Maybe get back $700💸😬💸😬💸.. I've been hell-bent before on getting revenge. Lost 100k in 9 & a half years, and might have won back only 8-9k Total. Terrible Odds! Casinos Are A Demonic $CAM. But if you think you are special/feeling lucky and must scratch the gambling itch by continuing The Chase of Self-Degradation, then try harder to Set Firm Limits:

**NEVER Spend More Than $100 in a single sitting when going to gamble.

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**NEVER Gamble More Than 5 Times A Year. That's once every two & a half months Max.

This way you'll never lose more than $500/year- which is still too much and could've went towards more important things but still... **Never Gamble Alone, make it an outing with your friends or significant other where you agree to stick by the $💯 limit, whether individually or as a team. When you gamble alone you have no accountability to anyone but yourself, and a lot of us cannot trust ourselves. Gambling Is Not A Viable Means To Make Money.

Screw The Chase, Forget About The Lure, Fake Ambiance, Mesmerizing Sounds, Casino Events & Restaurants, Etc. Don't Get Comfortable In The Devil's Den. To Hell With The Bright Lights, Colorful Games, Blinking Neon, Pretty Waitresses, Hypnotic Environment and Synthetic Rush/False Joy (Because In The Long Run There Are No Winners In Gambling Except The House.) Shake That Sad Social Circle Of Addicted Losers Missing Out On Life!! (Miserable Lot We Often Are, At The Dummy Machines & Stupid Tables😭) But If you do decide to play, Play To Win. Take your losses Like A Fighter Conceding Defeat. When/if You Lose That Hundred Bucks, Get The Hell Up Outta There! Stay Long/Play Wrong.

The Worst Place In The World For A Person With Money To Be At, Is The Ca$ino. (Out of all the things in the world we could choose to do with our time and funds smh). Doing Almost Anything Else With Your Time And Sustenance Is A Better Option. No way is gambling a reliable source of income, player, No Way In Hell. Albeit that some people are simply more fortunate/luckier than others- Yet There's Always A Million Better Ways To Increase Your Bank Account. We Just Have To Work Harder And Smarter/Use Our Brains And Identify Our God-Given Talents💯💯💯