When you’ve got the best of both worlds: gambling, and watching TV.
The fact that you’re actually in a hotel room watching a television show is one of the most magical things you can imagine.
That’s exactly what I did.
It was the most amazing thing in the world.
And, like many things, it wasn’t exactly planned.
When I woke up one morning, I was in my hotel room, watching television, but I wasn’t doing anything.
I was sitting at the coffee table, flipping through the channels.
And then suddenly I felt a pull.
I saw that the TV channel was on, and I knew I had to go watch it.
I just didn’t know what to do.
So I started scrolling through channels, and there it was: a new show called Spirit Mountain Casino.
I was like, Oh my God, I’m watching a game?
And I didn’t realize how much I wanted to be in Vegas, and where I wanted my money to go.
So that was my first real taste of the real thing.
A few months later, I got another call from a person I hadn’t heard from in a long time.
“I was in Vegas and had a gambling problem,” the caller said.
“I was a millionaire and I couldn’t afford to go to Vegas.
I could have stayed at home, but there was no room in the house.
I couldn’ t find a room.
I didn t want to stay in a house I couldnt afford to live in.”
The person told me that I was supposed to come visit me in Vegas.
It was a strange request.
But I was excited to finally be able to visit my old hometown.
The people of Vegas are the best people I’ve ever met.
I had a very good time.
I met a lot of people that I hadn t met in Vegas before.
I even had a couple of drinks.
I walked into the hotel room and immediately started talking.
I told my story of my life in Vegas—I was an addict, I had never been to Vegas, I lived in a trailer park with a bunch of homeless people.
In the first few days of my visit, I met up with some of the people who worked at the casino.
I went to the kitchen and I had these crazy sandwiches, and they had me making some homemade bread for myself.
I ate a lot.
I drank a lot and went crazy.
I got really good at being an addict.
The hotel was beautiful, and the staff was so nice.
I would often walk through the lobby to grab something to eat, and some of them would come up and talk to me.
They were kind.
I loved it.
And then, a week or so after my visit in Vegas ended, I started hearing about another addict in Vegas who had been in the hotel and was working there for a while.
He was a good guy, and he was doing well.
He went back to Vegas a couple days later.
So I went up to the hotel.
And I sat down with him and said, I just want to talk to you.
What are you doing up here?
He was surprised that I had come to Vegas at all.
He said, You were staying at the hotel for a long, long time?
“Well, I wanted a job,” I said.
He said, Oh, really?
I said, Yeah, I worked for a hotel for 10 years.
Then, he said, How long were you working there?
And I said, 10 years?
He was shocked.
I said I was.
We talked for a few minutes, and then he left.
I left and never heard from him again.
As time went on, I began to hear about other people who had gone to Vegas for gambling, but they had gone a long way out of their way to make it work out well for themselves.
One of the biggest reasons I got into the casino business was that the staff were so nice to me when I first started out.
I remember being so excited when I came in the door.
Once I started playing, I didn’ t even notice.
I thought, Wow, this is going to be a great place to go, but it was just a nice, pleasant experience.
One of the things I learned while I was there was that it was important to be patient.
Sometimes people don’t have time to sit around waiting for someone to come by and say hello, or to be helpful.
So you just have to be nice.
Some people I met at the poker table were so polite.
They didn’t have a whole lot to say.
They just gave me a few quick pointers.
They would give me a hand.
Others would be like, Hey, can you please take a seat here?
I would have to sit down.
Sometimes you just need to get out of your