They hang out in innocent little "trading rooms" at the Tropicana during a particular week in the summer. Before you know it, your need grows. "I've gotta have the whole set", you say to yourself. Then they've got you. Before you know it, you're skipping meals, trying to scape up the bucks for the "last one and that's it". You're trapped in a downward spiral. You cannot stop...

But of course, I only hear about this. I have no first hand knowledge...

Really...

I don't.

(repeat until I believe)