When my friend Pat visited Vegas she won $3,000.00 on quarter slots. When I was in Vegas I lost my way to the hotel room and ended up bursting in on a porn convention. Just dumb luck I suppose. What the hell though, I managed to get a couple of free movies and a rubber thingy I wasn't sure how to operate.
Later, after many liters of cheap daiquiris, my betrothed and I attempted to figure out the rubber thingy we now affectionately referred to as Bob. By the end of the night, Bob had been to many places few dare to venture. I guess that is what they call blind love, or at least blind lovemaking. Fortunately for all of us our adventures in Vegas had been fulfilling if not entirely profitable.
When I returned home I got to thinking about chance and chance experiences. Some chances turn out good like Pat and her sizzling sevens; others turn out to be interesting like Bob. And still others turn out horrendous as I found out when I developed my pictures and saw what three liters of daiquiris look like on a person who hasn't eaten all day. Despite this we all rely on chance to win our fortunes, to find the love of our lives, or even to cross the street. Is it safe to put so much faith in chance? Do we stand a chance without faith in something? Between blind love and dumb luck how are we ever to survive?
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