J.M.
Progressive Slot
I'd been coming to Graton for about two years, usually on Thursday nights after work just to unwind for an hour or so. That night I was tired, honestly—had a rough week at the office dealing with a difficult client. I sat down at this machine I'd never played before, just kind of mindlessly pulling the handle, and suddenly the whole thing lit up. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely press the button to call the attendant. I kept saying 'this can't be real, this can't be real' over and over. My wife thinks I'm finally going to fix up that old shed I've been talking about for five years, and we're taking a trip to visit my brother in Colorado.
