BINGO. I touched Michael jackson,click here

5/12/05 My memories of Bingo
I live in a town in California that is so small that there is no SEARS IN THIS TOWN !Maybe now you can imagine how small this town is. But its beautiful. One thing about it is that there is a casino half hour from here! Believe it or not a real casino, called chumash. The name is Mexican and most of the customers are Mexican too, also they all smoke everywhere,but drinking is not allowed. Somebody is afraid of drunken Mexicans here! I got tired of applying for jobs online and getting rejection letters so I LEFT THE HOUSE.
Anyway first I stopped at Michael Jackson's house,20 minutes from here, lots of fans from all over the world were there. All clean,no druggie or alcoholic. He is clean himself. He was sitting in the back seat,with his mother and father in front. All went and said they love him and he shook hands with all. I SHOOK HANDS WITH HIM, THE TIP OF HIS FINGERS AND HE SQUEEZED MY HAND HARD(Shirin I was thinking of you). He is sincere. I wanted to tell his Mom, please feed him, he is loosing weight. He is small with big hands. This girl said he went to court today and there was a film shown ( I guess the one Moslehi made) and in there he said that he is lonely and never had a childhood and thinks there is mother's day, SO there should be a children's day also,for his lost childhood.
From there I went to the casino. After playing some black jack and slot machines,won 20 dollars so bought dinner with 10 and then another 10 bought a bingo package. It started 6pm and went on till 11pm! The whole time I was putting these little dots on the sheets Then I digged my memory about Bingo.
The first time I remember Bingo being played was in Abali,Iran, and my father was playing. A woman drinking a beer won. The cards had black windows that you would pull down and shut until all the card was black and you win. Now do you think thats the case here? no. there are millions of patterns. I am showing you one as an example and we were supposed to make an arrow and a diagonal line for this one. Here were millions of patterns.
I was laughing all the time,my second memory of bingo is when I went with Mamad Adili to this Bingo in Alexadria, Virginia,,and we were so HOL and did not know what to do, that after the game was over we figured that we just found the numbers and put a dot on them, and forgot to EVER check whether we won or not!!! We laughed till tomorrow! God bless his soul. I guess he will be one of the postings after maman and General Sanii and other grand parents and Bahman. God so much to write, so little time. I have to have a very special one about Babak.
My last memory of Bingo is very special, it was with Mother. She had to go to the hospital on the day after to have a surgery (mastectomy) on her breast for having cancer. We were worried and did not know what to do. I lived in Alexandria then and there was a bingo in front of my house. I took her and we did the right thing since our mind was busy with it the whole time and at 11 we slept and early next morning went to the hospital. Then we never checked whether we won either just played nervously, but I am glad we did that.
Now in this casino some people take it seriously and these patterns and pages and pages of bingo makes you puzzled. Where is the fun? I don't want to calculate or go fast.I want a game to relax ,Like the Abali. I remember my father told that woman where is our moshghomel?moshgmbel?God knows what but it meant dasti?bonus?percentage,..whatever.
I MISS MOTHER,MAMAD,FATHER THEY ALL ARE DEAD NOW.I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM STILL ALIVE, SPECIALLY THAT I AM NOT WINNING THIS DAMN BINGO EITHER.
tired of being outof job,divorced,but keep telling myself,there is a purpose to this, some unfinished businesses need to be resolved. First page of the book kite runner that Tina suggested I read says, "I became what I amtoday at the age of 12,. I remeber the precise moment crouching behind a crumbling wall,peeking into the alley near the frozen creek.That was a long time ago but its wrong what they say about the past , I 've learned ,about how you can bury it, .Because the past claws its way out. looking back now I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last 26 years". How ture its like jana sokhan as zabane ma migooi.