S.1.Ep.17. "The Fever"

Franklin Gibbs, played by Everett Sloane, and his wife, Flora Gibbs, played by Vivi Janiss, are in Las Vegas on vacation for winning a contest. Mr. Gibbs hates gambling but loves his wife. A drunken man gives him a coin and Mr. Gibbs uses it in a slot machine. His wife and him start to walk away, when he hears his name being whispered from the slot machine. That night he dreams of the potential money he could win. He abruptly awakes and tells his wife he has to return the tainted money to the machine. He goes back into the casino and plays the same slot machine over and over again for hours. Flora comes out to find him mindlessly feeding the machine. She tries to gently persuade him to stop playing but instead he flips out and tell her to stop giving him back luck. As he feeds the machine, he tells Flora that he believes if he keeps going it'll pay up, he'll win eventually, he can feel it, he knows he'll win soon enough. After losing every single dollar, he flips the machine over and security takes him back to his room. Flora puts him in bed. He's convinced that the slot machine is actually an entity or other worldly being out to get him. Soon enough, Franklin begins to hear his name called by the slot machine more clearly. He opens his hotel door and there stands the slot machine. It corners him to the window and pushes him out the window to his death.














SPIN


Since I'm quitting my shitty waitressing job soon I'm not afraid to write this.

Gambling is a serious problem. One of my managers is an obsessive gambler with the face of the Michael Meyers mask. I'm talking he has a bookee and everything. This dude gambles on everything, too. From scores of games to who's going to get hurt first in the season. He carries around a piece of paper in his pocket with statistics, strange insignia only he understands and he pays more attention to the 20 television sets in the place than the customers do. It's really annoying. He already hates his life and treats all us waitresses like shit. So if he loses or breaks even, you can tell. He becomes even worse. He's my boss. Too bad he acts like a five-year-old alcoholic.

Fresh off the internet press, Post-Gazette reporter, Tom Barnes, wrote about the progress of a law that would make it mandatory for casinos to send statements home to their regular gamblers reporting their winnings and losses for the month.

If this would pass, that would make gamblers see their damage on paper. Like they really want to see that nonsense. The casinos wouldn't want to send those out either, are you kidding? An honest casino is an oxymoron. Psshh. Please.