Play at your own risk.
That’s what a sign on the door said at Spin City Game Parlor, a dim little room in the middle of a strip mall just west of the intersection at 99th Street and Holmes Road in south Kansas City.
It was noon outside, but inside, fifteen slot machines pulsed and sang like it was 2 a.m. in Reno. A man in a hoodie muttered to himself at one of the consoles. Another barked obscenities at his girlfriend about a set of lost keys. Nobody looked up. I stuck around for about 20 minutes, pumping dollar bills into a game called Golden Jackpot.
