My feature on luck and gambling in Hong Kong for Esquire.
I’m not a lucky rabbit-foot kind of guy. Warnings to jump sidewalk cracks, dodge ladders, and hold my breath while passing graveyards never found purchase here. I earned this skepticism the hard way: through childhood disappointment. When I was young, I had a little strategy where I would wish for a full minute every time the clock ticked past 4:44, 5:55, or (best of all) 11:11. I observed this ritual faithfully for several years. Eventually I realized it wasn’t going to work and, deflated, gave up. It turned out to be a good thing — otherwise I’d be working as a magician today — but still. Continue reading







