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Man, what a weird few months it’s been. If you told me a year ago I’d be sitting here, actually feeling okay about things, I’d have laughed in your face. A year ago, I was the definition of a bum. My mom’s words, not mine, but she wasn’t wrong. Couldn’t hold a job down – too boring, too early, too much ‘doing stuff.’ My talent was mainly napping on the couch and expertly avoiding any conversation that started with “So, what are your plans?” My girlfriend, ex-girlfriend now, she finally had enough. Said I had the ambition of a potted plant. Harsh. But again, not wrong.

So there I was, in my boxers at 2 PM, scrolling through the same stupid websites, eating cereal straight from the box. The rent was coming up, and my wallet had that distinct, empty echo. I was desperate for a distraction, anything to not think about the inevitable phone call from my landlord. I remembered some flashy ad I’d seen while watching a football stream. Something about easy play. On a total whim, fueled by equal parts boredom and a pathetic hope that maybe, just maybe, something would go right, I decided to figure out the vavada registration and login to the site. It wasn’t some grand plan. It was more like, “Well, I can’t screw this up worse than I’ve screwed up everything else.”

The process was stupidly simple. Typed in some junk, made a username – “LazyLuck,” felt fitting – and bam, I was in. Felt a bit silly, to be honest. Me, trying online slots. It was like watching a goldfish try to climb a tree. I deposited the last fifty bucks I could realistically afford to lose. Which was all fifty bucks I had. Genius move, I know. Started clicking on the bright, noisy games. Lost twenty in about ten minutes on some fruit machine thing. Felt that familiar pit in my stomach. “Yep, there it is. Even luck avoids me.”

Then I clicked on this one game, “Book of Something-or-Other.” Looked kinda cool, had an explorer guy. Spun the minimum bet. Nothing. Spun again. A few small wins, like cents. I was zoning out, just clicking mindlessly, watching my balance drip away to thirty dollars. Then it happened. I triggered the free spins round. The screen did its flashy thing. I wasn’t even paying attention, was looking at a pigeon on my windowsill. The reels started spinning on their own in that free round. Clack, clack, clack. Symbols lined up. My balance on the corner of the screen… it didn’t just jump. It exploded. A number popped up. 2,500 dollars. I blinked. I leaned in so close my nose almost touched the screen. I counted the digits. Twice. My heart did this thing where it felt like it stopped, then tried to punch its way out of my chest. I made a sound. A weird, choked-off “huh?” I just stared. For like, five full minutes. I was afraid if I looked away, it would vanish.

Cashing out was a whole new anxiety attack. But it worked. The money actually landed in my e-wallet. I transferred it to my bank account. It felt like a dream. No, scratch that – my dreams were usually about finding a good parking spot. This was alien. The first thing I did was pay my rent. On time. For the first time in a year. The relief was physical, like taking off a heavy backpack I’d been wearing for years. I bought groceries. Actual groceries, not just instant noodles. I even got my mom a nice bouquet, told her I did some “freelance computer work.” She cried. That hit me harder than the win.

I didn’t become a high roller. That one win was my lightning strike. I go back sometimes, for ten bucks here and there, usually lose it, sometimes win a little. It’s just for fun now, a little thrill. But that first time, that desperate, clueless attempt at the vavada registration and login to the site, it didn’t just give me money. It’s stupid to say, but it gave me a nudge. If luck could find me, of all people, passed out on the couch of life, then maybe I could find a little bit of effort, you know? I enrolled in a online IT support course last month. It’s interesting, kinda. I’m not saying I’m a new man. I still love a good nap. But now, sometimes, I wake up and don’t immediately feel like a total lost cause. Sometimes, I even make my bed. Baby steps. But they’re steps. And it all started because I was bored enough to click around, trying to forget I was broke. Life’s weird like that.