Author: Brad Willis

I looked for the sign as we drove down the country highway. “It’s right across from Little It-lee,” the 65-year-old woman had said. I knew what she meant. In country-speak, she meant “Little Italy.”...

Otis the Islander I’m going to be away for the next eight days. However, you’ll be able to keep up with me at The Caribbean Poker Adventure. That will be my online home during...

Well, color me up I did a lot of bitching about 2003. I even said earlier this year that besides the birth of L’il Otis, 2004 wasn’t much better. Well, I guess the squeaky...

Pauly’s wish, a community’s reality I met this guy a few weeks ago. Actually, I knew who Pauly was already. I’d been reading his blog for quite a while. But, I met him face...

2005, a year for dressing like Mr. T I’m not the kind of guy to make New Year’s resolutions. They are no more than a tool by which we can hate ourselves more than...

So, what am I supposed to do with this information It’s 6am and I’ve just downed a glass of Guinness. Inside it was a half-shot of Makers and half-shot of Baileys. It’s breakfast, after...

Now, this is the kind of post I like to write… Editor’s note: This post has been cross-blogged at Up For Poker for obvious reasons. It’s included here…well, for obvious reasons Let’s talk a...

Rededication It was around 3am Tuesday. I was in a Vegas poker room that in the previous three hours had suffered a brawl and a flood from the ceiling. I had profited about $200...

Putting my money where my McNuggets are Maybe not everybody has had those relationships where some of starkest memories are those of screaming, throwing glass dolphins, searching the house for missing psychedelic drugs, coming...

The Breath-a-Phone The bar was packed to the rafters. The Reverend Horton Heat was about to take the stage for some preachin’. Somebody had just bought the fifth or six rounds of Jager shots....

Cold beer! Get your cold beer! So, I understand that people raise their eyebrows and tend look askance at me when I start talking. It’s the Cold Beer Phenomenon. It’s a hot Saturday afternoon...

Why Top-Random # Lists are stupid I hate top anything lists, but the blogging community is awash with much-deserved bitching about Rolling Stone’s Top 50 rock songs of all time. To kill a little...

Changing to the same I woke up this morning, my eyes swolen from a night of hard, sometimes restless sleep. The phone had stabbed through my occiptal bun and sliced a dream about something...

Emergency! Okay, we have an announcement coming from Mt. Willis within the next 24 hours (no, Mrs. Otis isn’t pregnant again…at least I don’t think she is…), but for the time being, we need...