The french fry king and the Easy Eight wager

The French fry king. He earned the name. It took years, but after those years, the name grew. His name grew. He started with just a small booth on the boardwalk. It was his twentieth year and he invested his life’s savings into the fryer and the lease on the booth. From there the rest is history. He smiles as he thinks back to those innocent days.

It was long before now. Now, he is on a permanent vacation. So to speak. With this in mind, he decides to keep to himself this afternoon. One didn’t always have to participate in order to have a pleasant time. Besides, he was enjoying his internal reflection. He hadn’t thought about being the French fry king in years.

The name wasn’t his idea. His name was Rick. Hot fresh potato fries, was his idea. Or passion. Really it amounted to the same. He put everything he had into it. Then he worked hard and consistently. Before long his booth became a shop. Then he had two shops. From there it was a store, and then several stores.

The French Fry King

For years he was the only one selling fries, and only fries. He built an empire, and became wealthy beyond his greatest expectations. In fact, he became a pillar in his community. Likewise, he set up foundations, and established many other successful businesses. Rick was not averse to taking risks. And he loved to gamble. Only, he didn’t know it.

With this in mind, he was among the first guests to ever come through the doors of the Easy Eight Casino. Even now he can remember how the place smelled new and fresh. Additionally, he remembers the first game he played. The slot machine. When he thinks back on it now, he should’ve seen it then. His compulsion…addiction. Whatever it was, it took hold on those first few slot machines, and after that, it was game on.

He spent the evening gambling away all the money he brought with him. And then the next day, he gambled all the savings the bank would allow him to transfer. His losses were almost total, and he was beginning to feel some stress about it. Therefore he had all his money on a final wager. However, he felt really good about this one. This was his lucky break. He knew it. Likewise he could feel it. Then, right there at the table, he died.

The French fry king and the Easy Eight Wager

It sounds a lot more frightening than it was. He fell asleep at the table, and woke up walking through the front doors. It was very real, and for quite some time he didn’t have a clue what happened. He was too distracted. His reawakening came with the realization that he could win every game. Every time. This tickled him to no end. It was endless fun.

At first it was a hoot. Furthermore, Rick even got a new nickname. They now call him Lucky Pockets. Sometimes, he would help unsuspecting people win. All the time, he remained at the Easy Eight Casino. Every time he tries to leave, he is walking right back in those glass front doors. However, this isn’t what set him off, and caused his fit of fury. It is much worse than that. And now it’s time to make his point.

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