...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
...on stations
...and superstitions
"i took a picture of you guys at the craps table."
"rilly?, i have to see."
"wow, that's a good shot"
"are you wearing your trenchcoat?"
"yes"
"why?"
"i didn't want to disrupt my system. i was in my mode"
"are you serious?"
"sure. part of the fun of playing craps is pretending to have superstitions. that's why rob and i stay on opposite sides of the croupier. it's part of the fun. although i used to be more superstitious."
"how so?"
"after he passed away, i used to keep my father in law's mass card in my suit when i gambled. he was a big gambler and i thought it would bring me luck. i don't know if it did but, i haven't been able to find it."
yes, the bastard really did. but then again, i never knew if bob was lucky at gambling, he did get comped alot. but i think he had other games that he played. i think he liked roulette.
—the bastard
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