I’ve always had a thing for numbers. In school, my mathematical abilities were so impressive that I was hailed a genius by some teachers. Other, less impressed teachers, said I must be on the spectrum. I prefer genius.
I never liked school, though, despite being so capable. I would play truant on a regular basis and seemed to be permanently on the cusp of expulsion. I believe that if it were not for the potential certain teachers saw in me, I would have been kicked out of school before I hit puberty!
Growing up, I was very close with my cousin Max. He was seven years my senior, and I idolized him. He had a lot of friends, a shiny black motorbike and seemed to have a different beautiful girlfriend every couple weeks. I wanted to be just like him. For whatever reason, he didn’t mind having me in toe, even despite me being much younger. He’d take me to parties, where I could drink, illegally, and to poker nights, where I learnt how to gamble.
Because of my unique gift for numbers, I was able to count cards. And it wasn’t long before I was Max’s ‘lucky charm’ and making him small fortune! Of course, he’d always treat me to some kind of fast food or new clothes with the winnings.
From then on, I was hooked on gambling. And as soon as I turned 18, it became my obsession. I loved the rush, and knowing that I was always a step ahead of the curve, thanks to my unique abilities. In my twenties, I was obsessed with casinos. First in London, then Macau, then Las Vegas! But eventually, the casino managers caught on to what I was doing and I was BANNED FOR LIFE.