Ben’s adult son came in with a packet of cigarettes. It seemed a bit lazy for some trying to salvage self-respect after years of compulsive gambling. Not so.
“”I don’t allow myself access to money,” Ben says. “”My son goes to get the cigarettes.
“”No two ways about it. If I have money I will go to the club. I don’t want it. I don’t want control over it. I don’t carry a credit card, or a keycard. If I need milk or bread something during the day, my wife gives me exactly enough for it, and then never much.
“”I’ve got the love of my family. I’m buggered if I know why. But I’ve got to work to get their trust back. That’s my ambition now, and to get a job.
Continue reading “1992_11_november_ben”