Dear reader I just found out yesterday that one of my favorite pit-bosses(the guys in suits that watch over the dealers in casinos) is getting divorced.

He has helped me ever since he first taught me craps about a year and a half ago. He didn’t just teach me how to play he taught me how to win.

I know that he is paid to be nice however dear reader I have been disabled long enough to know what “fake nice” is and how to spot it. He isn’t fake nice in my opinion.

I asked him how he was last night and he said he wasn’t doing to good and that he was glad to see me because “seeing me smile always cheers him up”, I asked him why he was sad and that’s when he said about the divorce.

I asked him why they were getting divorced and he said it’s because his wife found another guy.

Now here’s where I am going to be really honest with you dear reader, I have had a mini crush on him since I first met him(to me he is really hot) and the first words out of my mouth to him we’re the same words that came into my mind:

She is stupid, how could she leave such a good and cute guy as you? I then told him I meant it and wasn’t just being nice.

He told me he feels even sadder for his son because his son now is the same age he was when his own parents divorced and he doesn’t want his son to go through that pain as well.

I told him that if I can look for love chair and all he can too. He said most girls don’t want guys with kids.

I told him that he can’t give up on love and happiness.  He spent about a good 15-20 minutes talking to me about it before his boss was giving him crap to go and take his break. Before he went on his break I told him he can’t look at the odds of things because the odds are sometimes wrong. I can honestly say that knowing how much carp I went through at birth.

The odds of me just being born alive at 3 months too early and my mom just waiting for about an hour after her water broke to get help because my dad wasn’t home from work yet. My dad just told me the story again the other day and I was thinking to myself the whole time how did I survive?

My mom even had to be driven to another hospital an hour and half away because it was a trauma hospital. My mom is schizophrenic (I swear to the Gods she is) and didn’t want to fly in a helicopter) Yet I still lived and I can talk and think. I never put too much in odds.

To get back to what I was saying, I know it’s stupid dear reader because I don’t really know him however I really do wish him all the happiness.