Introduction

The worst thing anybody could have done right now was give me any money, but alas the wheels of the universe have turned and a raw 50 grand is burning a hole in my Abercrombie pockets.. With no responsibilities and an excuse to finally fall off the wagon good and proper I jumped at the opportunity.

I tried to be normal, I tried to do the done thing but normal and I do not make good bed fellows.

F**k me I even set up a charity in my few years of abstinence. Clinging to reality in whatever way I could.

I look out the window of the plane as we approach Miami international Airport, me teeth still chattering from the immensely strong white powder which had been covertly yet expertly administered through by blistering nasal portal.

The plan is to get to Vegas without flying or hiring a car, upon arrival I will head directly to the MGM grand high rollers room and administer whatever is left of the 50 grand on the roulette table. If it wins, the story continues, if not I head back to Blighty and have another crack at normality..