Careful who and what you gamble with.
"Misery's My Mistress"
by elchupakabra
The New England night air tasted salty to Nico. Lady luck had given him the cold shoulder. He'd taken too many bad beats. In spite of his somber circumstance, he couldn't help chuckling to himself.
"Whassa matta wit' you, huh?" yelled a sharp dressed hitman holding a gun drawn at Nico. Perched on the ledge, Nico dangled precariously, high above the river running under the Cape Cod Canal bridge.
Before Nico jumped, his final words were, "misery's my mistress, lady luck's my love, if she'll have me once more I might find my way above"
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