OPINION:
I was in Las Vegas for work once upon a time, staying at an ageing casino, and I witnessed something I’ve never forgotten. I went out to film a story at about 6pm one evening and as I headed out, I passed a guy sitting two or three seats in on a long row of slot machines, trying his luck.
The shoot went late. I came back to my hotel room at about 1am. And as I crossed the casino floor I looked down at the same row of slot machines. The guy was still there.
I had a flight to catch the next morning. I got up. Packed my suitcase. Came down at about 8am. You can see where this is going. Same guy. Same clothes. Same machine. Same dead eyes as he hit that button over and over again.
I don’t know what it is about pokies. There is something about them, some little piece of psychological witchcraft, that short-circuits the human brain. And while here in New Zealand you’d hope we’re at the stage where no one can sit and mindlessly whittle away their money on a pokie machine for 14 hours straight, it’s hard to overstate how destructive a gambling addiction can be.