99 Nights in the Forest
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The Free Hour I Didn’t Waste
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The Free Hour I Didn’t Waste
My wife had a girls’ night planned.
This wasn’t unusual. Once a month, she and her friends go out for dinner and drinks. I usually use those nights to catch up on work or watch something she doesn’t like. Action movies. Documentaries about things that don’t matter. The usual solo guy stuff. But this particular night, I’d finished everything. Work was done. The apartment was clean. I’d already watched a movie and a half. I was sitting on the couch at nine PM with that restless feeling you get when you’ve run out of things to do but you’re not ready for bed.
I checked my phone. My wife texted that they were having dessert and she’d be home in about an hour. An hour. That was the window. Not enough time to start anything serious. Just enough time to do something that wasn’t scrolling through the same apps I’d already checked ten times.
I opened my laptop. I’d been on a few sites before. Nothing regular. Just something I did when I had time and the mood was right. I’d taken a break for a while. Life got busy. But tonight, with an hour to myself and nothing to do, I found myself typing in the address.
I went through the steps to play at Vavada casino. It was easy. Familiar. I’d done it enough times that the motions were automatic. I deposited forty dollars. That was my number for a night when I wasn’t expecting anything. Forty dollars was a couple of drinks I wasn’t buying. If I lost it, I’d call it entertainment and move on.
I scrolled through the games. I wasn’t in the mood for slots. Too fast. I wanted something with a little more breathing room. I landed on roulette. Simple. Red or black. Odd or even. No complicated rules. Just a wheel and a ball and a decision.
I started small. Five dollars on red. Lost. Five dollars on black. Lost. I was down to thirty dollars. I could feel that familiar pinch of regret. The one that says you should have just watched another movie. But I didn’t stop. I wasn’t chasing losses. I was just… recalibrating.
I changed my approach. Instead of betting on colors, I bet on odd numbers. Ten dollars. The wheel spun. The ball bounced. Odd. I won. My balance was back to thirty-five. I bet ten on odd again. Odd. Forty-five. I bet ten on odd a third time. Even. Lost. Back to thirty-five.
I was breaking even. Not winning. Not losing. Just playing. The rhythm was nice. Spin, watch, win a little, lose a little. My brain was quiet. The restless feeling from earlier was gone. I wasn’t thinking about work or chores or anything else. I was just watching the ball bounce around the wheel.
I bet twenty on red. The wheel spun. The ball bounced. Red. My balance jumped to fifty-five. I bet twenty on black. The wheel spun. Black. Seventy-five. I bet twenty on red. The wheel spun. Red. Ninety-five.
I stopped. I looked at the screen. Ninety-five dollars. I’d turned forty into ninety-five in about fifteen minutes of betting on colors. No strategy. No system. Just guessing. Just seeing what happened.
I thought about walking away. That would have been the smart move. But I had forty-five minutes left before my wife came home. I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t stressed. I was having fun. Not the kind of fun where your heart is racing. The kind where you’re just present. Just there.
I switched to blackjack. I knew the basics. I’d played enough to feel comfortable. I bet fifteen dollars a hand. Won the first. One hundred ten. Lost the second. Ninety-five. Won the third. One hundred ten. Won the fourth. One hundred twenty-five.
I was in that zone. The one where you’re not thinking about the money. You’re just playing the cards. Dealer shows a five. I have nine. Double down. I pull a ten. Nineteen. Dealer busts. I win. My balance climbs to one hundred fifty-five.
Dealer shows a six. I have a pair of eights. I split. I get a three on the first. Double down. I pull a seven. Eighteen. I get a ten on the second. Eighteen. Dealer flips a ten, then a queen. Bust. I win both hands. My balance jumps to two hundred and five dollars.
I sat back. I looked at the clock. I had twenty minutes left. I was up two hundred and five dollars from a forty-dollar deposit. I’d never had a night like this. Not once. I’d had small wins before. A hundred here. Fifty there. But never two hundred. Never like this.
I played one more hand. Won it. Two hundred and twenty-three dollars. I closed the blackjack table. I went to the cashier. I submitted the withdrawal. My hands were steady. My breathing was normal. I closed my laptop and sat on the couch.
The apartment was quiet. I could hear the faint sound of traffic from the street. I sat there for a minute, letting the night settle. The restless feeling was gone. Replaced by something else. Satisfaction, maybe. Or just the rare experience of an hour that turned out better than expected.
My wife came home twenty minutes later. She smelled like wine and perfume. She asked what I’d done all night. I told her I watched a movie. She asked if it was good. I said it was fine. She kicked off her shoes and sat next to me on the couch. We talked for a while about her night. Her friends. The dessert they’d shared. I listened. I nodded. I was there.
The money from play at Vavada casino hit my account four days later. Two hundred and twenty-three dollars. I used it to buy a new blender. Our old one had been dying for months. It made a noise like a lawnmower and barely crushed ice. The new one was nice. Sleek. Powerful. My wife made smoothies with it every morning for a week. She said it was the best thing we’d bought all year.
I never told her where the money came from. Not because I was hiding it. Because it didn’t matter. The blender was the blender. The smoothies were the smoothies. The story behind them was mine. An hour on a Tuesday night. A roulette wheel. A pair of eights that turned into two hundred dollars.
I still play sometimes. Not often. Once every few weeks when I have an hour and nothing to fill it. I’ve had good nights and bad nights. That’s not what matters. What matters is that one Tuesday, I didn’t waste the hour. I didn’t scroll through apps I’d already seen. I didn’t watch a movie I wouldn’t remember. I played. I won. I walked away.
Two hundred and twenty-three dollars. A blender that crushes ice. An hour I didn’t waste.
That’s a good night in my book.
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