["It was every day—that nauseating atmosphere of cigarettes."]
Alone, the elementary boy sat, scratching at his arm while the establishment played endless sounds. The machines that ensnared the people there like a spider's web blared, playing their jingles with each artificial win.
A casino; the same one, every day, every night. He sat behind his mother, who monotonously tapped away, sinking her purse into its false promises.
It wasn't just her; there were hundreds of people, mindlessly jabbing their fingers on the "play" button, tossing another dollar away. For the boy, all he could do was sit there and think.
["Stagnation. That's all I saw. People with no future prospects, hoping one press of a button would change their lives; from misery to riches.
I felt like the only one who realized. The only one who knew the golden rule of life—take action."]
