I try to stay away from gambling as i come from a long line of almost-compulsive gamblers. I was 7, summertime in Cannes, my parents and some friends met in Monaco at the Hotel de Paris. There was a slot machine on the way to the restroom. There was a "dame pipi" there (toilet attendant let's say) who was cursing me for trying to play that slot machine, going back and forth to my parent's table for an extra franc. After 4 or 5 tries, I won a hundred francs, came back to my parent's table proud as fuck. My father took the money, told me he'd take care of it. I understood years later he gambled it as he did with most cash presents given to me back then.