Dear Atlantic City,
Give me my money back.
I did not plan for you. I did not know your beaches bordered casinos, that my nights would be spent with beeping slots and spinning wheels and green tables
And I wanted another Beyoncé ticket.
Yes, I first walked away from your enticements, even. But patience is a more difficult game than any within the walls of your buildings, and waiting led me back.
And I will not be seeing Beyoncé again.