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A man with dreams as black and hallucinogenic as seaweed forests, gangly and long like a seasoned salmon, Josh was roaming the virtual boulevards of internet pornography under the name Johnny Casino in search of a little hope – or maybe a new dream. Deprived of his dreams of adolescence (bona fide to the last molecule), burnt to the bottom of the ocean by the hard city lights, his long, wiry Altantic salmon spirit took him where it damn well pleased, and it didn’t go asked. Nobody asked him. He paid for internet on his phone with his credit card, of course, and that, if anybody was asking, got him to that internet casino-poker joint.
It started as a harmless browsing session in the great web … Jim & Rand’s rugged community of mischievous lucky dogsExistence stretched tirelessly, day and night, limned by insomnias of youthful muses. Aimless clicks compiled his haul of empty revelations. Search, surf and nothing: flattened data that spun on a spindle only his intuition knew how to spin again. There it was — a digital billboard of nearly heavenly light, barely floating in the mesmerising void between links: ‘Login and Scratch To Win’.
The sentences were rimmed with optimism. Flipping the odds in his favour, Josh clicked. He landed on the site of a virtual casino overflowing with lights and noises, featuring big rewards and a treasure trove of bonuses for new players. Eager and breathing faster than he had since the accident, Josh signed up, the process quick and easy, almost too easy.
Logging in the first time, electronic confetti exploded all over the screen, and a triumphant fanfare played through his speakers: ‘Welcome, Josh!’ the screen said. ‘You’ve been awarded your first login bonus!’ Falling bits of virtual gold cascaded down the screen, adding a bit of money to his bank balance. Not much at all, but something. And it felt like a gift from the gods.
Josh leaned back in his seat and looked at the figure in his virtual wallet. A few dollars; not much, not yet, but crisp and bright and brimming with promise. There were slot machines, and blackjack tables and pokers and all the other types of game a jackpot away. He felt another flush of adrenalin, the buzz of the gambler’s high that had lain asleep inside him for so long. He would start with the slot machines – their flashing reels and tinkling jackpots, spinning like fireflies in the valley: 50,000 a line!
He clicked on the slot he had chosen, and the screen turned into a blaze of colour and symbols. He took in a deep breath and placed his first bet. He pushed the button marked PLAY, which pulled the lever digitally. The reels sped up, became a blur, and then slowed down. They decelerated, one after the other, stopping in place. Three matching symbols side by side. A small win. The amount in his account grew a bit. Not much, but enough to keep playing.
Josh’s hand-eye coordination blossomed like a deep bulb in spring, his synapses crackling with expectancy. He played again. And again. The reels spun into infinite repetition, the random green slot machine numbers heralding an enigmatic struggle towards destiny. Winning was meagre at first, maybe a dollar or two, each successive spin thrusting Josh further into an unconscious realm of symbols, secrets and possibilities destined never to reveal themselves. Hours evaporated. Dimly, he knew that the real world still turned outside that bright screen, a disgruntled wife and teenage son harbouring bitterness at his absence. He ignored them.
In the middle of this feverish play, he won a jackpot. The virtual bells and whistles of his slot machine began to sound and then the reels rotated to an abrupt HALT, and the screen burst into light and sound. ‘Jackpot!’ appeared on the screen. Josh’s heart pounded in his chest. The virtual coins poured into his pockets, a huge sum of money, the first one ever at his playing level. He sat there stunned in silent surrender to one of the most unlikely triumphs of his life. He looked at the number on the screen, the sound of the bells and whistles still ringing in his head. Blink, blink. What’s going on?
This virtual casino between us had suddenly become not just a podeum of pixellated entertainment, but rather a gateway to miracles. Josh’s body tautened itself in celebration, the validation of his dreams transported with him for the second time in his young life. That green number in his screen wasn’t just a tally; it was potential – a lot of it. It was an opportunity to change a course of events. It was hope.
Logging off, Josh felt reborn. The online casino had done for him what years of counsel had not: it had returned to him a faith that even in the dankest of days, there are worlds to be found in the ways of the world. Long and winding was the road ahead, but for the first time in years, he felt prepared to walk it. And he had only to click, to login: to get lucky.
