When I sat down to play on the fourth night, the atmosphere had again changed, drastically. The pit boss and his minions were smiling and relaxed. They seemed pleased to see me. Then they volunteered “coffee with cream and sugar, just the way you like it.” I was deep into the first shoe happily winning and drinking my coffee when suddenly I couldn’t think. I could no longer keep the count. I was shocked because I had managed well enough through noise, smoke, conversation, the pressure of high-speed play, the excitement of losing or winning, and the impact of alcoholic beverages. Something
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It is absolutely frightening to think of being drugged by management at a casino.
