again! again!

again! again!

It's cold. I'm tired. I won a no-limit texas hold 'em tournament for the tune of $75. i was mostly sober (ok, at least not drunk).

At the end of the night the deposed, presumptive favorite, cited our dear "Jack Peterson" and dove onto a fully beer bottled table. Thurs, breaking the table and creating a spectacle. Todd would've been the favorite, but apparently, he lost his shit early on in the evening.

Other than the Co-caine, and Co-caine accesories, i've no idea how i won. got lucky on a few hands. or something.

shout out to Hart Rusen for not having to go up ot his mother in law's dog's put down. shout out to JImmy Kemper for hosting.

worried shouts out to munn for disappearing post table distruction.

shouts to our cab driver for both knowing english and my street address.

and SHOUT OUT TO Me FOR READING up an figuring things out and making $100.

i can play. yes sir. especially with my perfect math SAT score. if only i'd hit Tony Danza's perfect score. I'd be somebody.

If you're ever in a no-limit, look for Tony's accent. The stronger the accent, the bigger the bluff.