I have to lie down for a minute. On top of the sheets. With my clothes on. For a minute or two. And just breathe.
After successfully impersonating a poker player for almost four hours, in less then twenty minutes I made a moronic loose call with A-8, played A-K tight-weak, then that queen, and it just cost me $10,400.
Even Lying still, even taking deep, trembly breaths, it feels like my testicles have been lopped off, marinated with high-octane leaded, lit up as flambes rognons blancs, then stuffed down my throat with a skewer.
James McManus
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