I now know that the indescribable horror in the hearts of men has, for the sake of evil pragmatism, joined all seven of the deadly sins into one collosally fucked-up monster sin that drives normally regular men to the brinks of insane irrationalism - just for the sake of a cheap thrill.

Yes. The indian reservation. Fuck the indian reservation. Fuck gambling.

"The horror, the horror" will soon be aptly changed for a 21st century adaptation to "double down, double down." I'd fuck Joseph Conrad up. Marlow ain't got shit on me. That little pansy bitch never lost two bills in less than an hour, and the fool is still whining 'the horror, the horror' like a fucked up faggoty little baby.