“Gambling wasn't even about the money, was it? Not the action, not the bells, not the adrenaline, those were just add-ons. It was about the luck . . . the jouissance of gambling, it was pure, goddamned luck. The high holiest of holies.” — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“Crossing the line, that's what the Highway Patrol woman said. Neely was on a gurney, his injuries deemed non-life-threatening, she was taking her initial… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“My style isn't subtle, I know that. I'm sure in fact it violates all kinds of rules about interrogation and all that, I never… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“If I get all that money back in the accounts and then swear it off entirely, she'll forgive me. It felt good to repeat… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“Gambling wasn't even about the money, was it? Not the action, not the bells, not the adrenaline, those were just add-ons. It was about… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“Learning to interpret the constant string of lies and excuses fed to you from kids terrified of failure but careening towards it anyway was… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“We played a couple games of pool and shared a basket of fried shrimp and onion rings. He was a good player, but on… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“I get a little obsessive, it was my hallmark as a coach. I'm more effective when it gets personal and I tend to stick… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“Neely Thomas was used to losing. Compulsive gamblers learn how to handle it—his kids' college funds depleted, an ultimatum from his wife, his life… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“He paused just long enough for me to know I was starting to bug him. I bug a lot of people, they usually do… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
