Sometimes it is easier to think that drinks and fun, more of lunch or hunches that smother the recovery you or me might find rewinding the pain inherent in each destiny we may or may not require as reality in a way resembles the saying, luck be a lady tonight. Gambling can be a rambling willful testimony to why two or more people can keep their will and checkbooks out of the prying eyes of those who wonder why looking at a winning hand can give a man trouble standing. I love to lose money. Don't get me wrong, the long haul is great for funny stories and lost wages make four major issues just generally disappear. One, that house you might have always wanted to keep. Two, the neat car, drives and has heat. Three, your girl or guy might just feel out of sorts with the sort of magical disintegration that online sites find lucrative. Four, more people might toss you a quarter if you mention the site in question while spanging on the street. So, keep those cards hidden, airbrush the pittance of a digital certificate meant to mend the feelings of disaster last nights' excitement might have brought and knock on wood.