When The Clock Goes Backwards

Chapter 3

Let's fast-forward to December 15, 2013. My first day gambling, and my second problem. It was Christmas break and one of the only times I could smoke weed. So Jess got this idea one day out of nowhere and it was awesome.

"A fake I.D.!" Jess shouted after staring into space for fifteen minutes.

"Fake I.D.s? What about them?"

"Well, let's get you one. Don't worry about where, I know a guy."

"How do you know this 'guy'?"

"Met him off of Craigslist."

So off we went to get a fake I.D., but it was about fifteen miles out of town. When we got there I looked this guy's place and it was gross. It was a trailer in the middle of nowhere and it was an ugly brown and looked like a dump.

"Okay, let's go Andy."

"Hey, you haven't called me that since I was three."

"Shut up and go in already."

I walked in and I immediately felt like throwing up. It smelled like dirty socks and underwear. It looked as if he never left the damn place or even tried to clean it. There was a lady laying on a bed in unprofessional apparel, well, it did fit her profession at least. Then as if that wasn't enough there was this guy wearing a blue shirt that said "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas", and skinny jeans that were being held on to his waist by a belt and a thick string, and the best part was his name.

"Hey, Hugo, what's up?"

"Oh Jessica, it's you," Hugo said in a despised voice. God I love his name.

"Who's your friend Jessica?"

"Oh, this is my brother An-"

"Andy. my names Andy."

I know lying is bad, but I didn't trust this guy enough to tell him my real name. Plus I was already going to hell at this point.

"Well nice to meet you Andy. Anyway, what have you come to me for?"

"Well I wanted to know if you could make him a fake I.D.?"

"Okay, stand over there Andy."

He pointed toward a white sheet with a camera infront of it. I walked over and faced toward the camera and waited for Hugo to walk over to the camera. Damn he took his sweet time.

"No, don't smile, look like you want to kill yourself. It'll make it look more real."

"Okay then," I still don't get how it would make it look not fake, but I did what he told me to do.

"There. Now let me get a card, get the picture, and laminate it."

In seconds I had my own I.D. and I was really happy. We left after paying Hugo twenty bucks for the I.D., which was pretty cheap for that quality. On the way back into town I had a really good idea.

"Let's go to a casino and gamble! It would be fun. Just imagine it Jess, we could win a jackpot."

"Let's go then."

When we were back in town we went to the Lucky 15 Casino, which is now my official favorite place in New York. We walked in and I lost Jess in, like, 15 seconds, but it didn't matter. I went to the one thing that has the little ball and the red and black numbers.

"Hello Sir, what number?"

Me being the dumb-ass I was I didn't get the question.

"What?"

"Your bet Sir?"

I thought and watched other people play to get a feel for the game and I made my very, very, very thoughtful decision.

"Fifteen dollars on number fifteen."

They started the game and the ball spun fast. When it started to slow down I had a mini freak-out because it skipped over fifteen. It went around once more and landed on fifteen. I think fifteen is my lucky number.

After that I kept betting on fifteen and kept winning and soon I made about two-hundred dollars. Having money now I got something to eat at the restaurant, the fish is just fantastic by the way. After that I went to the pool to cool off and that's where I saw her.