When Tony’s luck was good, he’d place his winnings on another race.
And another. And another. His bets and winnings increased. He was
filled with joy and confidence. He took his winnings home; gave his
wife a small share. Almost enough for groceries and this month’s rent.
When Tony’s luck was bad, he quit betting; he wasn’t stupid. He drank
instead, his anger increasing. He was filled with self loathing and
frustration. He took his fury home; gave his wife a large share.