I used to think slots were about winning… turns out they’re just fancy vending machines for existential dread. I didn’t need more cash — I needed less breath. My dad, a Black scholar, said: ‘Don’t chase the spin.’ So I quit. Now I meditate in silence while my bank account whispers back: ‘You won $12k… by stopping.’ Funny? Yes. Deep? Absolutely.

What’s your excuse next time you pull that lever? 😏