When my homey Jaymz said LeRoi—the weird guy who stares at his shoes through thick glasses—could make stuff move with his mind, I didn’t believe him. I knew telekinesis ain’t real. But I got them into that street craps game, where everyone packs heat.
I believed after that.
I joined them on a trip to a real casino in Louisiana, where we kept gold diggers from clawing their way into our growing stack of chips.
But nothing—I mean, nothing—prepared us for the high-roller tables out in Vegas.