[ CW ] Write yourself into a corner .

Everyone's got a weakness for something, right? We're human, it's inherent for us to have flaws and make mistakes. Some of us just fuck up more than others. 
 
 I have a serious problem with gambling. Seriously serious; I'll get a paycheck and immediately blow it all at a casino. I'm a weak man, my family struggles to put food on the table but I'll be sitting at a slot machine half the day. 
 
 It was at its worst, though, when the casino owners started recognizing me. They quickly realized that I was easy prey and the owner of my favorite one, Casablanca, approached me one day. He was all smiles and pleasantries, offering me whiskey and cigars. 
 
 `` How about I make you a VIP,'' he told me, grinning from ear to ear, shifting his fedora. `` You'll become a millionaire. I'll lend you a grand for you to spend here, and you can pay me back once you win big.'' 
 
 I'm a sucker, so of course I fell for it. I blew that entire stack of chips and won nothing in return. I did n't even have a dime left for a drive-in. Of course, the owner expected this. 
 
 `` You got 30 days to pay me back double or you're my bitch for life,'' he spat in my face, choking me and holding a gun to my head. All the smiles and pleasantries were gone now- just me and an angry mafia boss. 
 
 Two thousand dollars is more than I could even make in a year, though. I knew I was fucked from the get-go. All there was for me to do was leave my family what little money I made and abandon them so the mafia would n't bother them for my failures. 
 
 A month had passed, and I tried to run for my life. Hide in another state, maybe start a new life somewhere. Unfortunately, they'd been watching me the whole time. 
 
 My buggy was destroyed, so I tried to run on foot. Two big mobsters with pistols chased me down an alleyway and cornered me at a dead end. 
 
 `` The Boss wants you to know that we've seen ya family,'' one of them said, laughing in my face. I dropped to my knees and cried; I'd ruined my family's lives as well as my own. A true failure. 
 
 I felt cold metal press against my skull. In the end, I was just a coward, begging for the release of death. 
 
 `` I think I'll kill this one and say he put up a fight. His crying makes me sick, I do n't want no bitch working around us. I hate weak little men like him,'' one of them said. `` Plus, then we get to go after his cute little wife.'' 
 
 A cracking gunshot freed me from my hell.
