Hilary D Zamora writes and paints

‘It's like liquid gold for the antsy gambler, destitute from loss, desperate for one more spin. Another one of greed's victims, the addict who thinks they can somehow double what little money they have left, to make up for the hundreds already spent. But the house always wins. The fortune hunter opportunist, making the very last bet, hoping to get rich quick, who has a hungry family waiting at home. No guilt, no shame, while inside, but once they walk out the door the extra oxygen, the bells and whistles, the colorful lights giving such hope, and the layers of mood-enhancing darkness end abruptly, tossing the high-roller into sunshine so bright it hurts the eyes. Does regret come then? Probably not." Hilary D Zamora