I would rather be at home, in bed and asleep, than walking into the casino. It’s now four in the morning, and people are in here gambling. Slot machines blink and click. The pachinko parlor is a mess of metal balls crashing into each other. The card tables are sparsely occupied, one or two dealers handling a few gamblers who are half awake with dark circles under their eyes.
My father hates this place, but I have to admit that it doesn’t bother me. There are a million other things people could spend their money on that bother me more.