James’s house was in shambles. His beloved had walked out on him, taking their daughter with her. And his last five bets had won him nothing.
It’s not an obsession, he told himself over and over. The first time he bet on a race, he had won nothing, but he’d something invaluable: a lifetime membership in the race enthusiasts club. It was all for the family, but the wife hadn’t understood his passion for money-making. She’d wanted was a low self-esteemed husband at a base wage job.
At least he still had his health, he mused lighting his next cigarette.