The Strangest Thing Happened to Me in Fargo
Read MoreI just spent the whole last week in Fargo, North Dakota.
Read MoreI just spent the whole last week in Fargo, North Dakota.
Read MoreIf you like your public beaches, then thank socialism.
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It’s 10:15 on a Saturday night, and I can’t find a parking space.
My restaurant of choice closes in 15 minutes. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m starving. I want Thai food. Problem is, there’s no place to park my rental car within a quarter-mile in any direction. Suddenly, I seem to get lucky.
There’s a spot! It’s empty!
Wait, not so fast.
It’s a handicapped space. Shit!
Hmm, let me think about this situation for a moment. Hey, I don’t see any handicapped people around. I mean, it’s not like someone in a wheelchair is going to show up at this late hour, right?
With poker commentator Dave Tuchman on our fast boat to nowhere, out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
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My morning began with a mouthful of ants.
By mid-afternoon, on a fast boat to nowhere out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, I rescued a dead fish.
Ten hours, one bottle of cheap wine, and a dozen overpriced cocktails later, by 2 am, I was pacing the sidewalk out in front of a downtown art gallery like a vagrant, screaming profanities through a plate-glass window at shitty paintings being sold at mind-numbing prices.
Read MoreLook at this hideous piece of shit. Not me, you fool!
I mean, look at the painting!