HonorLet me tell you a secret:
I know how to count card’s
The most I’ve ever made playing BlackJack
is over $400
on a $10 minimum table.
What do I do with my earnings?
I donate the money.
I feel too guilty
carrying dirty money
in my wallet.
Yesterday we went to the casino
and I played Spanish 21 for the first time.
I turned the $10 my mother gave me
into more then $100 in 8 hands,
and then I walked away.
Today I was walking in Harvard Square
when I came across a homeless person
whom I see frequently on a park bench
in front of the CVS.
I approached the man and told him,
that I have $100 in my wallet.
You can either take this $100 out of my hand,
use it for your own good,
and we will be done;
or you can take this $100
and give some of it
to another homeless person you come across”
He told me,
“well sir, I already made enough change
to eat dinner, so how about you yourself give it
to someone less fortunate then I
Love and EmberassmentI broke my nose when I was a kid. I think I now have what they called a deviated septum, so it’s not like it matters. There’s blood all over my sheets, the teddy bear I sleep on - the one she gave me, my blankets. It’s everywhere. It’s everywhere but all in the same it’s nowhere.
She slapped me so hard she broke my nose. It was the kind of slap Rick James gave to Charlie Murphy. She threw the ring on the ground, slammed the door, and left. I could barely here her murmuring to herself as the door closed. It was the type of door slamming your father does after an argument. There was no argument. It was clear cut as a crystal. I couldn’t defend myself. No, I could, but I wouldn’t. I would never defend myself. I have what she used to call ethics.
I’m just kidding, there was never a ring. The ring.
She yells at me, “what in the hell were you fucking thinking?”. She’s right up in my face, maybe, at most, two inches away. When