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His real job was at night, when the big gamblers were out to wheel and deal
Word Count 752

Jamey wasn't sure why his birth-parents had saddled him with a name that could be for a girl or boy, but he never liked it when a salesman, or telemarketer would call him and ask for Ms. Jamey Coin. He knew right away they didn't know him, and if they did, the joke was long past funny.

"Stupid people, going on about Friday the 13th being unlucky! There is no such thing as fate or coincidence. They are ignorant, bumbling oafs - all of them!" Jamey had to be careful with his thoughts. As a part of his disguise, he nearly always beamed an angelic grin. If he did not take care, his face would show what he really thought, and that better not happen.

Jamey's co-workers and acquaintances, who thought they knew him, could not warm up to Jamey. He gave off an aura of disdain. Most people were a bit repelled at his near-white complexion. Jamey couldn't have weighed more than ten stone, and he was tall. His icy blue eyes gave anyone who looked into them a chill. His two large nostrils showed too much black. Jamey's ears were never quite clean, and they stuck out of his head like an elephants ears.

Mr. Coin never had reason to sleep. His position at the print shop during the day, was a cover for what his true purpose entailed. Jamey Coin was a "Luckler." Working at the same print shop where the lottery tickets for the State were printed, made his job easier. He knew all about the algorithms, and how the state distributed tickets. The big winning tickets were bundled off to areas where most ticket buyers did not need any extra money, but oh how they wanted the chance to win more.

The biggest gamblers were the funnest to mess with. Many of them had more money than sense. The greediest would spend money, equal to a common working mans yearly wages, in just a few months. They would not be caught dead giving to charity, or helping the needy. What didn't go up their noses, went to the lottery and scratch-offs. The wealthy, were set-up to win more than the average person. It wasn't fate, it was luck, and The State...Jamey Coin was just one of the thousands of "Lucklers" who roamed the earth. As humans became their appetites, the Lucklers had more work to do. The accounts had to be balanced.

Those people who were impoverished, paid their own dues by simply spending money they needed for the basics. Their children suffered, the whole family did without,their divorce rate skyrocketed, and they really knew they would never win. They purchased hope from an empty hole. They paid their own price. "Just one dollar", turned into ten or twenty, which would mean no birthday party, no new shoes, and no jackpot.

The wealthy who played, were playing on a more active board than they realized...oh, some of the older ones knew, because they had met with the Game Master face to face, and they finally knew the terrible price they paid. The "luckler" had the job of warning a gambler from the purchase of that day. Luckler's were male and female, they were scattered randomly around each State which had the lottery. Most were odd-ball looking, and always wearing a standoffish countenance.

The real game was played between the Lucker, the Gambler, and the State. The wealthy, who couldn't stand not having it all, kept playing the lottery and scratch-offs for the big money, and they were required to pay in to the Lucker. Jamey thought about the irony of how he a luckler, and a greedy billionaire became more the same as time went on.

A groan would go out across the nation whenever a wealthy person won a large jackpot. "He didn't even need that money", "it couldn't have happened to a less deserving gal," and so on, people complained. What rarely made the news was that shortly after a large win, the wealthy individual would lose something dear to them. A child, a loving spouse, their best friend, a dog who was a faithful companion. Like a feeding frenzy, with each loss to the heart, the more greedy an individual became. Eventually, the "winner" would die lonely, with a pile of loot, that would end up going back to the State.

Million-to-one odds, and the house never loses. Jamey Coin, the Luckler made sure, the House never loses. It is all a matter of Luck
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