"I stood at the table with the dice in my hands. Hoes were everywhere, walking around all over and shit. I rubbed the dice no homo, and glanced at my life savings on the table: a hundred g's on the number eight. If I lost, it was back to Target for me. I wiped the sweat off my eye brow. My hand made a forward motion movement, and the dice was dislodged out of my palms and flew into the cold Vegas night of the hotel casino floor. I closed my eyes. A silence overtook the table. One of the dice read three. That other was a f---"

The above is an excerpt from my upcoming novel "The Dice Boyz." You will need to purchase a copy to find out how it ends.

Since Chris and I both live near Louisiana, we have been planning a trip to go to the casinos for a long time. No homo, but we would get a room together. Then, unexpectedly, Chris had to pull out (pause) so I was left to think about this retreat all by myself.

I've been doing some research for various places, and Shreveport, Louisiana seems to be the destination. Personally, I would have liked to have gone to Baton Rouge, cause of Boosie and Webbie. But beggars cannot be choosers. This place is fuckin tite. Look at those casino floors. But when I typed in a room for five days, that shit would cost me a G. I ain't ballin like that at all. But if I were, I would stay there.

So at the end of the day, I'd probably would end up staying here. It's a total of $32.39 per night. The best thing about Motel 6 is their continental breakfast. I don't know who invented calling a small cup of coffee and a bagel a continental breakfast. Speaking of, I went to a bar the other day and they were serving an "English breakfast." This consisted of a sausage (pause), beans, bacon, and eggs. That shit was good. But back to the point at hand, Shreveport is the new Dubai.

Yu

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