While driving to the state of Nevada to try my hand at blackjack, I somehow made a wrong turn and wound up in a state of Confusion. I had no idea where I was, or which road led me back to where I was going. I stopped for the night at a run-down "No Tell Motel" hoping to gain guidance from a local who could put me back on track. Unfortunately, the cracked out night attendee couldn't seem to point me to the front door let alone to my future riches. I paid the $29.99 all night fee, found my way to the less than palatable lodgings and tried to rest on the lump of springs they called a mattress. In the morning, I located a filling station where I got cheap gas, good directions and a king size Snickers -- a satisfying way to start the day on all accounts.
I arrived in Nevada safe and sound having spent an extra day traveling through beautiful canyons, rich woodlands and several seedy towns. I rested my weary bones in my posh casino hotel room before losing all my money on a few lousy bets. "Just a run of bad luck," I thought as I headed towards the ATM to withdraw next month's rent. A funny word, "luck." If you're winning at a casino it's called good, if you're trying to sleep in a crack/whore motel with no crack or whore it's called bad. But is luck really only a strange twist of fate? Would I have gotten lost if I had made better plans? And if I hadn't gotten lost would I have seen all the wonderful sights I saw? Is luck, no matter good or bad, just a state of mind?
