Chance sat on the sidewalk, inside the makeshift home he made for himself using a few cardboard boxes and few sticks to hold it up.

The occasionally flickering street light on the sidewalk just a few inches away from his makeshift home barely giving him any sort of light to glance around his surroundings for the millionth time since he decided to stay here because he simply had nowhere to go.

Chance has been staring at the sky for a while now. Deep in thought, what if he never decided to give into his intrusive thoughts and offer all his poker chips at once in the casino that day? Would his life be different? Perhaps more prefect if he caught onto the harsh reality of having no cash in hand at desperate times.

He gambled with his life, and now life has brought him somewhere he never expected to be. Homeless. He can just go ahead and try to find a job to stand back on his feet, but his ego is far too big for him to go ahead and beg someone for a job, just to get a certain amount of cash to live like a low wage worker.