About five minutes after Spike left, the dealer went through a cold streak and everyone at the table won a bunch. He substantially contributed to his own losses by grossly underfunding his session bankroll. Well, yes, Spike should have expected something else. Then he shook his head and gave me a good-natured grin as if to say, “Should I have expected anything else?” He turned with a snort and left the table. He checked the empty folds, as if some cash might have magically grown there since the last inspection. With a sad sigh, he opened his wallet one last time. Spike hit a nice streak and recouped some of his money, but about 20 minutes later it was all gone. The next time he opened his wallet, there was only a $50 bill left. Back into his wallet he went for another $100, and that evaporated even faster. It took about fifteen minutes for him to toast the short stack. Spike proceeded to bet $15 to $20 per hand. The blackjack dealer pushed him twenty reds.

He ordered a refill, then sat down two seats to my right and laid out five Andy Jacksons on the felt. Spiky blond hair, blue eyes, sun-tanned face, dark-gray hoodie, smoking a cigarette and drinking Jack n’ Coke. Editorial Staff | Posted on Octo| Win more, and play longer, by using these money management tactics by Basil Nestor