He put half of it on black and busted. It was quite a blow. The only comfort for don gato was that the house provided complimentary drinks. Don Gato ordered tequila. Within moments of ingesting the agave-rich nectar of his homeland, Don Gato felt strength once again returning to his arms, his legs, his abs. He felt the power. Don Gato took what remained of his money, minus the two breakfast buffets he had purchased, and once again he put it all on black. They said “why not red, Don Gato?” He didn’t answer. Black hit. And Don Gato won. Don Gato left with his winnings. He returned to Jalisco and bought a field. On this field, Don Gato planted agave.