I used to chase jackpots like I was chasing validation—until I realized the real win wasn’t in the numbers, but in the quiet between spins. As a Black Chicagoan raised on jazz and street art, I learned luck isn’t rigged—it’s rhythmic. This is how I stopped playing to start living.

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.

I used to chase jackpots like they were life rafts—until I realized the game wasn’t about winning. As a Black Chicagoan raised on jazz, street art, and existential doubt, I learned that true freedom isn’t in the spin of the reels—it’s in the silence between losses. This is my story: how losing money taught me more than any win ever could.