Gambling’s the next smoking. You used to get 20 Superkings for two quid in a snazzy black and gold pack, now you gotta look at some dead baby or with fags for eyes, or some fuck hole in the throat.
Pretty soon you’re gonna have to watch a video of yourself before depositing, sifting through black bags for last weeks dinner you burnt ‘cos you were gambling, and debt collectors hooking up a noose for you to kiss your own sorry ass goodbye.