For real, JT.
I’ve only lived here for 9 years. I’m 47 years old. Been gambling in casinos since I was 17. Drinking in them too. Nobody cared back then. Not as long as you acted like you belonged and had cash. I used to drive hours as well. Distance means nothing if I am determined to gamble.
And yes, the underbelly of Vegas can often times be an ugly sight. I’ve seen quite a few people who moved here for the job and left because of the gambling.
Day 10 was awful for me. No urges to gamble, just revulsion with myself. I’m trying to stay positive, but quite honestly it’s hard to focus on anything but negativity.
I suppose as long as I’m facing the right direction in the path and not moving backward, being stuck for the moment isn’t all bad. No relaxation…no inner peace…don’t expect that for a good while, but no further regression.