Confessions of a Jackpot Junkie

     The only parts of my true identity that I bring with me as I step inside a casino are my driver's license and social security card and that is because both forms of identity are needed to claim a jackpot.  The only people who will know of my true identity are my gambling partners who accompany me along with the casino cashiers who issue me the winnings.  Everyone I meet along the way, whether they are my opponents at the high stakes card tables or the talkative people who sit next to me at slot machines will know me as Anna Jones.  (I will even go so far as to show them a fake ID).  Hiding my identity is only one of the many strategies I use in being a Jackpot Junkie.  In the past two years, I have learned that other gamblers are not my friends, I have learned how to play the gamblers psychological warfare on other Jackpot Junkies and, worst of all, I have learned how to "sandbag" on my own gambling partners.  (Sandbagging is hiding winning money from your partners so you can line your own pockets with the cash).  To up my odds of winning, I (along with one of my gambling partners) took a job at a casino to learn the operations of surveillance and security measures within the casino.  I have also learned that dangers lurk within every casino and gambling wreaks havoc in so many ways on a Jackpot Junkie's life.