Well, I went to Windsor, Canada last night. Its legal to drink and gamble there at 19, in case you kids didn't know. If you didn't know, may this aid in delinquincy of your youth. I'm high right now and I'm going to explain my position. Anyhow, I don't like to gamble very much. It seems like it might be a lot of fun to try to win money, but it was pretty lame, actually. Slots are about the dumbest thing ever. You just sit there and press a button and it doesn't even really make sense when you win or lose(thats becuse its bullshit). I mean, they try to give the machines themes and things, but they just don't all work. The one I was playing one time was a "Who Done It?" theme. How fuckin' retarded?! Seriously, that made the less sense than I have ever seen on drugs. If a text appeared that said "Who Done It?," it was like a wild card. Apparently, the grape did it (that crafty little raisin) because I won like 20 dollars when 3 of them and a "Who Done It?" card showed. After I won, I gave that up and continued to drink myself into oblivion. It was really cool being able to just walk around a very public venue with booze in hand and a glazed look on your face. No, I wasn't high. Too many toll booths, car searches, and worst of all cavity searches at the border to be trying to pull that shit. All of the flashing lights would freak me out anyhow(though, I do want to go there on shrooms now [dumb]). I felt more free in Canada than I did here. That was the saddest part of the whole trip. Anyhow, after the casino we went to a resturaunt bar where my friend(the birthday boy) on the hot watress working there. She was fuckin' hot. He was piss drunk at this point. I however, was sobering and slowly coming to the realization of how lame Canada actually is. I mean, aside drinking and gambling, there really isn't anything to do up there. I mean, after we gave up wasting money, we just went to the hotel and passed out. The floor sucked my ass(cheaper rooms if you tell them there are fewer people staying in the room). I woke up with the worst feeling in my neck that I've had in hangover history. I find, I wind up sleeping in some of the strangest positions when I pass out. The best positions are when I wake up next to someone else, though(females). And now for my analysis of the events. I think I understand why people get addicted to gambling. We feel like we've done something when we recieve money without having felt like we are working. We use it as a substitute for the feeling we have after a hard-days work because many no longer feel that pleasure in the work we do today. Of course its obvious that people want to use it as shortcut to get money, but if people didn't recieve some sort of pleasure from it, they would probably prefer working instead of gambling. We as humans require rewards to function. If we are not rewarded for the effort we put forth, we do not survive. We reward ourselves in everything we do. Regardless of how selfless an act may seem, it is in some way self serving. It is a sad concept, but every circumstance where a choice is involved has some arguable claim to make it self-serving to the maker of that choice. Trust me on this one, I've argued with my friends over this many times. Even dying for someone has the self-serving reward of being remembered as a hero for attempting to save someone else. Suicides, sadly enough, are caused in part by one's reward of no longer having the pain of life. There are millions of other choice scenarios, and all of them are made by people with self-serving intentions. I'm not saying that the number of bad consequences can't outnumber the number of good rewards. Rather I am saying that no one makes a choice without first considering the good rewards that will be recieved by making a choice. Whether or not there are more bad consequences than good consequences of a choice is a question of perception and value. As for perception, some consequences can not be seen by the choice maker. For instance, some people would choose to piss on an electric fence because they do not percieve the problem of being electricuted by that(no I haven't done it, but yes I have seen it done [hilaroius]). As to the question of value, people rank things in different ways based on their beliefs and customs. For instance, some value God's word over anything else and would die for it, but others who disbelieve, would never die for a God they do not believe in. For the first people, they percieved the value of what they believed to be eternal life to be more important than to coninue their mortality. For the latter group, not believing that eternal life would follow from death caused them to make a choice based on the self-serving prospect of self-preservation. I may or may not have already hinted at this concept in other entries, but I don't think I ever fully explained my thoughts on the subject online until now. I'm sober now just for the end, so everyone knows. I came down about half way through. If you look closely you may see my trail into sobriety. Anyhow, I'm gonna finish this article up. Oh yeah, and I made this to commemorate my experience.