Losing the Gamble About nine years ago, I was out on the town doing some gambling. It was my night out; the wife already had hers. I did okay for awhile–up some and down some. As the night wore on, I started drinking and gambling more and became unconcerned with time. Oh, I knew it was getting late, and I was already supposed to be home. I started losing a lot now and began using my bank and credit cards. I was playing scared, but I could not go home a loser. I kept playing until about five in the morning. This is when I depleted all my funds. I was in deep trouble. Suicide crossed my mind, but I did not ha