Blackjack, man. It’s just like life.

The Electronic BlackJack, man. They call it a Blackjack game. I say it’s a coded message of truth. Think about it, man. You get less than twelve? You go again. Just like childhood, man. They talk like it’s magical but when you’re in it, you can’t wait to get out of it. You’ll learn that in the teaching mode, I bet. Then you get anything in the early teens? You get mad. Emotional, man. Do I stay? Do I hit? Just like junior high. That big, clear LCD lets you see everything, you know, it lets you see the truth.

Then there’s the magic years. 16, 17, 18, 19. You don’t even want it to end. You get that, you stay, long as you can. Twenty, too. It’s glorious, perfect. And twenty one? You win it all! But the second you go over twenty one, you’re a loser. Just like life, man. Just like life.

Now you gonna buy that beef jerky or what? I ain’t workin’ in this gas station for my health, you know. I got six kids to feed.

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