About that story from The Bitter Southerner
Some of you have been reading Rapid Eye Reality since 2001. Other folks have found it in the years since then. Some of you are just arriving after having read “Bust” on The Bitter...
Category: Poker
The other part of the reflection
The brush at the old Palms poker room led me to my seat one late night several years ago. The seven-seat at the table was the only open chair in the room, and it...
Gratitude, by degrees
If I’ve learned one thing this weekend, it’s that gratitude comes in degrees. I was unable to be in Beverly Hills on Friday night, and I honestly don’t know if I would’ve had the...
The Last Poker Game
This story originally appeared at Up For Poker in January 2007. I’ve been thinking about that night a lot recently. What I learned more than four years ago seems more relevant with every passing...
The Club Guy
Part 3 of the November iPhone Photo Project … aka…NaNo-iPho June 2009 It was late, about the time the clubs start to let out in Las Vegas. I was a deer hunter in a...
Chilean millionaire
Part 2 of the November iPhone Photo Project … aka…NaNo-iPho January 2009 I have made a number of bad decisions in my life, but never any that have resulted in me having so much...
Murph’s Law
Eventually, the halluciantions become so routine that you learn to anticipate them. Instead of flinching at the giant bird swooping down to eat your eyes, you take an early step to the left and...
Rear cover in Mexico
I yelled a phrase that can be reduced to a three letter acronym and I wouldn’t say in front of my mother. I said it loud enough that it actually made my head hurt...
My exotic life
(G-Vegas, SC)–Back home and barely rested after several days in Las Vegas. You went to Las Vegas? How exciting? Did you see Wayne Newton? Did Elton sing “Tiny Dancer?” Was Paris a slut? I...
Things I’ve seen
(Las Vegas, NV)–It’s 9:15pm. I start work at 10pm. I could be finished at 11pm or 11am. It all depends on whether a scary Russian and maniacal Dane decide to gamble for $4 million...
And to Vegas
(G-Vegas Airport)–The gate agents always look at you with a smile when they see you’re going to Las Vegas. I don’t bother telling them it’s for work. It only leads to the old, “Well,...
And I’m the degenerate gambler?
So, if we listen to the talking heads, we apparently have two choices (and you smart people feel free to correct me if I’m wrong here)… 1) We don’t bail out the gamblers and...
Friday Mental Massage: Prioritizing
My kid woke up this morning and knew who I am, so that’s better than yesterday. Since we’ve gotten that out of the way, it’s time for a Friday Mental Massage on priorities. Friday–Okay,...
Insight into my frustration
If I’ve seemed a little frustrated over the past couple of years, I apologize. I get that way sometimes. While I’m an emotional guy, I’m also rational to a fault and base a majority...