totally random

He walked into the place. The place that had the flashing lights. The lights, mesmerizing him, as if beckoning him to take step by another step into a pseudo promised land.
The rank, dusty smell of cigarette smoke envelops his being; he took a gulp inadvertently as he drank the surroundings around him. People we chanting, laughing, screaming; it was a fiesta of emotions in that enclosed space.
Suddenly a shrill bell knock him into reality. And there he was, clad in completely black. Black T-shirt, black jacket, and black sneakers and slacks to complement a rather funereal look. He believed the colour would ward him off evil spirits. He was superstitious like that.

Another step, and he was taking large, leisurely strides.
He stops at a table.
There were money being tossed, cards being put out, and people looking forlorn (with some having a focused look about them). He stood and watched. A person sat across the table, wearing some sort of a uniform. The person dealt the cards, with a monotonous, unfeeling look on her face. And then came the abrupt sighs and curses in a variety of East Asian languages as the person took all the money that was placed on the table.

He was in a casino.

A place where dreams are often brought to survive and to shatter at the same time. A place, where dreams and nightmare walk hand in hand. A place, to completely beguile even the most smartest human being to waste his hard earned cash, or savings, to a complete stranger that cares little of your welfare.

The black clad dude, carrying a sum that he had just withdrawn from a bank, hoping to strike it lucky again. The crisp currency, sitting barely folded in his wallet, was thrown onto the table for an exchange for a couple of casino chips.
The dealer counts it, checks it for forgery with a UV sensor, and then prepares the appropriate amount of chips for the black clad dude. The dude accepts it, and soon he places the money onto the table, expecting a straight win.
But alas; luck was not on his side. He stared forlornly as the dealer took away the chip he has staked, but he would not be deterred. He put another. With the thoughts of this loss is just a mere fluke of sorts. He would recoup that initial loss and gain a straight run of wins.

Again, the result was as brutal as it can get.
He lost his capital in less that 5 minutes. He looked at the dealer for some sort of inspiration; the poker visage stared at him back with an unfeeling cruelty, offering zero sympathy.
Soon the black clad dude would do it again, and he would lose more than he thought possible.
And the cycle is repeated until he would have nothing left to go on with.

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And that is how an average day at a casino is like.
For literally anyone.
People, although losing, they would just go on and on to believe that they would regain what they have lost. Luck does play a part in gambling, but instinct and self awareness about what is happening, and the obvious common sense to stop while you're really ahead, or really going down.

Believe it or not, when you have won aplenty, do get the hell out of there. Take a smoke, a drink somewhere or something.
They, the gambling conglomerate, would want nothing more than to regain their losses from you particularly. No one likes losing. And so are these guys. Although say, they lost a thousand to you, they'd very much like it back. Just as much as you lost a hundred, you'd want it back too.

The amount of stories that I have read alone while going around the Internet, horror ones.
Some fool lost 35 thousand ringgit and only had around 100 bucks left all in all because of his habit of not wanting to stop.

So.
Gambling is not fun.
Unless you're some oil baron, conglomerate, rich foreigner, etc
Not for students, or idiots who think they can make it big after winning a mediocre amount.