We Make our own Hells

"So, where are you from?" I asked the blackjack player my stock question to appear friendly.

"Now...I'm from Beverly Hills," he replied without an ounce of remorse.

"Where were you from before?"

"Chicago," he said.

"Chicago?" I feigned interest. "That's quite a change."

"Yeah, it's quite different," he admitted.

"So, where do you like better: Chicago or Beverly Hills?"

"I like Chicago for the city, but Beverly Hills for the weather."

"So, what makes Beverly Hills a bad city?"

"I have to say the people," he paused. "They're just so fake and possessed by material goods. Why does a woman that makes $20,000 a year, need an $1,800 purse?"

I nodded. "I have to agree with you, but I have to say that you are living in the absolute epicenter of this way of thinking." I paused, "I hope you don't mind me asking but what possessed you to move there?"

"Oh, well, I'm a plastic surgeon, it really is the best place for my profession."

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