posted on: Wednesday March 17, 2010
Conor Leary ’11 / Asst. Portfolio Editor
Jack put his life on the line. Shoving the chips forward, pressing his hands against the tiny towers his life savings had translated into, he waited for luck to check in on him. He wanted to paralyze its metaphorical face with an open mouth. He wanted the cryptic and uncontrollable force of the universe to be completely focused on him and what he was about to do. The chips never toppled.