I was talking to Peter, my old manager at the liquor store from years ago. We're in a bar in West Roxbury. Odd. Never been in here before. He owns the bar now. He pours me a drink and we start talking. Mentions something about spending $10,000 on something. "Wish I had that kind of money. Must be good business this. How long and how much would it take me to get my bartender's license?" "You don't want to get into this business, Kevin. It's much more fun on the other side of that glass." I nod, shoot down my Jameson. "I'd still like to have the kind of money you have though. It's because you're a Freemason, isn't it?"
And, then, I come out of some strange daze and Villager and I walk through the casino, and we see an open roulette table.
"Roulette's fun, love. I'm going to go an play it."
"Hello sir, how much would you like to put down?"
I reach into my pockets and pull out $10,000. Hmm. Where the hell did I get money like that?
"10k, it looks like. On number 23." Number 23. Of course I would. But why not? The odds are the same for any other number. The wheel spins.
"Number 23 it is. Would you like to go again?"
"No. That was incredibly lucky. I'm going to keep what you give me."
Villager whispers in my ear, "I think this man is the Devil..."
I nod and say, "He is." And I believe it. I am talking to the Prince of Darkness himself.
Some of the other gamblers are patting me on the back and raising their glasses to me. The Devil hands me a whiskey. "Jameson, neat. Just how you like it, I believe." I nod. "How much?" "On the house. That was a good win."
Villager whispers in my ear again, "He's trying to get you drunk so you keep playing and lose all your money." I nod again. I shoot down the Jameson, and put the glass down on the table.
I look at the Devil and said, "I'll see you later."
"Oh, you most certainly will."
I roll over. Sure. 4 am is a good time to get up.