Tournament

I would love to update you guys on my week, tell you about all the money I made, how the job search is going, all the interesting people I talked to.

Well, I guess it does involve an interesting person, so I might as well start there. Earlier this week, I started noticing this guy hanging around my matches. He had a weird sort of familiarity to him, so I assumed that maybe I owed him money, and decided not to approach him.

I woke up this morning, and I'm in a casino. I didn't think I was planning on getting that drunk last night. My follower was there to greet me, and tell me that I am to participate in some sort of poker tournament. He told me that I'm supposed to be winning a very special item in this tournament  Usually I prefer cash prizes, but he sure talked the thing up enough, that it's probably worth a nice chunk of change.

I really don't like this place at all. I mean, I love casinos and all, but I don't really like waking up in one without an explanation. And I definitely don't like my sponsor, or whoever that was. Maybe he runs the place? Either way, he's creepy, and the sooner I win this and get to go home, the better. I've also got to work on an excuse to give my cousin, which is only going to get harder the longer this takes. I hope this isn't being broadcast or something.

The tournament is about to start. Better head out there. Wish me luck.

Not that I'll need it.

Still Got It

The past week has been fun. Definitely a change of pace from my life before this.

I think my cousin is suspicious that I may go back to my gambling ways. Of course, I have. But I've been pretty successful so far, so it's not like he really has anything to worry about. I've started out fairly small, as to not catch the eye of my cousin with the money that I have.

Before I did anything, I got myself a nice new purple suit, purple bow tie, black shirt. Got a shave and a haircut, and topped it all of with this neat purple fedora I found. The band on the fedora has playing card symbols on it, spades, hearts, clubs, diamonds. Whether you think it's a good look for me or not would be irrelevant. It's all about looking distinguished, so that when people see me at the casino, they know that I'm House, luckiest man alive.

This, of course, put a nice dent into the funds my cousin gave me, but that doesn't matter. Over the week, I won it all back, and then some. Walking into that casino for the first time in years was truly an experience. It felt like everything was rushing back into me. The luck, the style, the skill. I felt like a new man. How I missed the lights, the sound, the people. The casino scene is my home, and I was away from it for far too long.

The problem with the money that I'm making is the fact that I can't spend too much of it without my cousin getting mad at me for being wasteful, or questioning how I have so much money to spend. So at the very least, I have got to find a job. Hopefully one that pays decently, but with the amount of money I'm going to be making, I'm going to have to still be careful with my spending. Once I have enough, of course, I can get my own place and everything, and not have to worry about my cousin's opinion on my money making tactics. I don't know why my family frowns upon gambling. When you've got a gift, it's your right, and almost your responsibility, to use that gift. My gift is luck, so I'm not just going to waste that away on some boring office job, where the most that I can get lucky with is my boss not catching me goofing off on the internet.

Back In The Game

My name is Vance House. Master gambler, luckiest man alive, astonishingly good looks, and up until recently homeless. But ignore that last part, because I'm living with my cousin now. He's got me set up with a new laptop, my own couch, everything a recently homeless guy could want.

But how could the luckiest man alive be homeless? Well, nobody is lucky all the time. And even though I'm the luckiest one, I can still run into a spot of bad luck. I made an extremely risky bet one night, and for once it didn't pay off. One thing led to another after losing my money, and I ended up on the streets. But I'm not worried. I've still got great luck with games of chance, and now that I've got a home to work out of, it's time to get back in the game.

I got some money from my cousin, he doesn't think that I'm going to use it on gambling. He would object to it, but once he sees how much I multiply his cash, I'm sure he will see things my way. He also doesn't know about this blog, of course. I'm not stupid.

Tonight, I'm hitting up a local casino. Gonna start small again, but one day, I'm going to be among the millionaires. And that's what this blog is for. To tell my story, my rise from the streets to a penthouse in every city in the world. Vance House. Remember that name. It's gonna be a big one.