Deuces Wild
Shortly after visiting Chris today I plopped on my bed, and for the first time in months flipped on the television. Somehow poker was on, and an age-old passion rose in my chest. I long for the feel of cards in my hands, the thrill of shuffling clay chips and the rush of knowing you just bluffed someone out of a huge hand. Ah, I am not ashamed to admit that in one point in my life I wished to be a "rounder"-that is, make my living off cards. Such is their thrill to me.
The pity is that pretty much when I came out in January I stopped participating in poker, and there's really no reason for it. Granted, my blood pressure is not as intense, but that being said I miss not knowing whether I'll have 30 dollars or 30 cents in my pocket after a night of "gambling". Oh my, this is getting me a bit excited. I'm ready to go crazay, summer is opening it's arms in invitation. I have the nuts. I'm all in.
The pity is that pretty much when I came out in January I stopped participating in poker, and there's really no reason for it. Granted, my blood pressure is not as intense, but that being said I miss not knowing whether I'll have 30 dollars or 30 cents in my pocket after a night of "gambling". Oh my, this is getting me a bit excited. I'm ready to go crazay, summer is opening it's arms in invitation. I have the nuts. I'm all in.