Chicote's in the Old Days

This poker thing happening right now is on my nerves. It’s so cheese. I have to take all kinds of shit for loving golf and everyone’s getting away with actually saying “Texas No Limit Hold ‘Em” and “Check” to each other.

It’s not so much poker that I hate. Actually used to really like playing poker. Never any good or all that rigorous about it. Sitting around with some whiskey and cigarettes and beer and that sort of thing. The last time around town was maybe five years ago at BnA’s place on Shaw. I can’t remember who was there anymore. But we were all friends back then.

I played once in Vietnam like a year ago. Millions of dong were at stake.
Still, and I hate to admit it, nothing I like or don’t like is ever entirely due to the thing itself. Subtext, dude. Subtext.

Everything is as complex or as interesting as you like to make it. Poker right now reminds me of pool five years ago. Everywhere they were upscaling dump billiard halls. Old guys and pushers and highschool kids couldn’t figure out what was happening.

But I know, billiards and poker are like the Bonnie and Clyde of the backroom. It's just that I never trust a thing once the masses and media get ahold of it. It's a chintzy way to be, I know.
I always preferred roulette. Not so much thinking. More of an intuitive game. No egos. And you still get that ‘close to God’ feeling when you win. Feeling the thirds, anticipating 00. Watching how the marker travels up and down the green felt length. Like everything in life I realize, roulette is about motion, about waves. But not exactly. It’s patterns with exceptions.

I like new cultures because you get to learn how to swear with different fingers.