To the guy who wouldn't let me in to play one hand of $25 blackjack: Fuck you. I don't know why I even asked for permission, because at some point some douche would say no. Maybe it's my fault.

And yet, you're still a prick. What's the matter of me sitting down in playing one fucking hand? Have I ruined your system? Do you own the goddamn table? Are you the blackjack judge?

And please, don't thank me for asking. You got what you want; I don't know what you're thanking me for. In turn, maybe the casino can thank you for making me decide to leave immediately without spending one dime. Because I signed up for a card last night, I was able to use the "free" five bucks on slots they give you, and I wound up making two dollars. And I have no reason to go back to that casino ever again. So it looks like I wind up this life taking money from the place which you think houses a 21 table that is under your ownership.

Hope you lost your goddamn shirt, asshole.