I used to chase jackpots like I was chasing validation—until I realized the machine didn’t care about my story. As a Black Chicagoan raised on jazz, street art, and existential doubt, I quit winning to start living. This isn’t a gambling guide—it’s a memoir in neon pink and electric blue. Here’s how I turned loss into liberation.

I used to chase jackpots like they were my identity—until I realized the real win wasn’t in the numbers, but in the quiet after the spin. As a Black Chicagoan raised on jazz, street art, and existential doubt, I learned that gambling isn’t about winning—it’s about showing up. This is how I turned from a player into a creator: not by luck, but by listening. Let me show you how.