She sat among others of her species inside a darkened casino hall. It was Keno day, and the church bus had dropped them off that morning. They were a lively and sociable group, their white hair shining splendidly in the darkness and flashing lights reflecting off their giant eyeballs glaring behind thick coke bottle glasses. All the fun stopped however, once the Keno numbers were being shown on screen. The twitter and gossip came to a halt and all headlight eyes stared grim-faced at the screen as they waited for their numbers to come up. I watched for about 15 minutes and became puzzled over their behavior. These people were supposedly playing a game... and yet, they looked as though they were watching a funeral. Observing their transformation from happy laughter among friends to grim-faced seriousness once the game started was, quite frankly, hilarious. Sometimes I think I'm too easily amused. Medium: ink in moleskine, some digital color.