Driving down La Cienega Blvd. in Los Angeles at about 1 am tonight and while waiting at a red light, I pulled up alongside this veritable lighthouse of crime. And that’s when it suddenly hit me.
Look what’s open for business 24-hours a day, seven days a week. A self-professed “psychic.”
How in the fuck are these businesses even legal? And more important to the current discussion facing so many of us in what’s become a time of crisis, how is there an active movement and well-oiled machine to outlaw playing poker on your home computer here in the United States of America, but there’s no such even remotely comparable righteous indication targeted towards the swindlers and liars and con artists and menaces to society that make up those who run these cathedrals of exploitation? Where are the Sheldon Adelson’s of the world on this subject?
Can someone please explain this to me?
It was only a matter of time before someone came up with the idea of the world’s first “standing airline.”
Instead of fetal-positioning ourselves onto tiny cramped cushions the size of a chessboard for hours at a time, passengers flying economy class might soon be standing upright during an entire flight. You think flying’s an exhausting experience now? Wait until you’ve been tethered vertically and chained into a speeding air dungeon. Imagine your legs starting to tingle and then the pilot announcing, “we apologize, but takeoff will be delayed another 45 minutes.” Flying on what amounts to a crowded city bus is going to make a ticket on Spirit seem like first-class on Singapore Airlines.
Keen’s Steakhouse has been open since 1885. It’s the second-oldest steakhouse in New York City.
I had the chance to dine there last week for the very first time. Joining me were several dear friends, some of whom I’ll tell you more about.
First, a little more about Keen’s.
Located in midtown Manhattan, this is the quintessential power restaurant.
Things are really looking up.
One reason is because I somehow managed to get out of New York City just in the nick of time, before a blizzard buried the city in snow.
What follows here are a few random shots I snapped with my smartphone while walking and driving around during my final day in Manhattan.
The term “professional gambler” gets tossed around way too loosely.
Fact is, relatively few full-time professional gamblers exist, particularly when defined as someone who actually earns the vast majority of one’s personal income making bets. While there are indeed many pretenders masquerading around as professional gamblers, and even more part-time players with other means of financial support, year-to-year professional gamblers who survive long term are a rare breed.
Mickey Appleman is a professional gambler.