My brother lives in a hotel

My “little” brother lives in a hotel.  He has always loved living in hotels.  The first time he experienced this type of living was when he moved to California years ago to help my “big” brother out with a business venture.  It was iffy at best so he moved into a motel rather than taking on an apartment lease.

He loved it.  It wasn’t fancy (Motel 6 I believe), but it had all of the essentials:

A bed,

A bathroom,

Maid service,

Television.

He loves Taco Bell, Pizza Hut and McDonald’s, and they were all nearby.  What more could a young single guy ask for? I’ll tell you:

Fast food,

Television (including porno),

No need to clean his bathroom or make his bed — ever.

When he left California he vowed that someday he would be rich enough to live in a hotel permanently.  He would retire early and enjoy his freedom.

Well, his dream has been achieved (at least partially).  He now lives at Foxwoods Casino, in Connecticut.  You know the Indian reservation casino? There are two I think.  Mohegan Sun and Foxwoods. 

My “little” brother landed the #2 job at Foxwoods.  Amazing, right? He’s brilliant, my little bro is.  When you play any slot machine he can tell you how much you have won the second the bars align.  Pure mathematical genius.  Got it from our paternal grandfather who never got past fifth grade but could solve any math problem in his head.

My brother lives in a hotel again.  I don’t think he has gone outside since he moved across the country to Connecticut (leaving my poor Daddy alone in Las Vegas, but for his beautiful young girlfriend who can put her feet behind her neck).  Why should he go outside? Foxwoods has it all: restaurants, fast food, room service, television, porno, shows, daily maid service.

Heaven.

I am going up to visit him next week.  I will let you know how he’s doing when I return.

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About mallorylayne

midlife mom seeking meaning for the rest of her life.
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