The Worst Poker Player in the World
Read MoreThere’s a shadowy figure looming on the horizon. Worse, he’s headed straight towards me.
Shit.
Read MoreThere’s a shadowy figure looming on the horizon. Worse, he’s headed straight towards me.
Shit.
Read MoreWhy must I hear every detail of the hair stylist’s life story when I sit down in a barber’s chair? I mean — I’ve known you for what, maybe ten minutes?
Here are my “Ten Commandments for Hair Stylists.”
Read MoreAmong humanity’s interminable crimes against nature, caging a magnificent creature for its entire lifetime ranks beyond the unforgivable.
But we do it.
It’s even acceptable in most social circles.
But acceptance doesn’t make it right.
Common sense is in short supply — especially at airports.
I realize everyone’s in a hurry. Airlines make flying about as glamorous as boarding a filthy greyhound bus headed to Detroit. Traveling takes nearly twice as long as it should because passengers have to go through the equivalent of a rectal exam.
Flying is stressful. And at the end of your long flight, the thing we desire most is a lifeline, which is our baggage.
Hopefully, our bags arrive — signed, sealed, delivered — which is followed by a smooth trip either home or to the hotel.
Too bad, it’s not that easy.
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Read MoreHere I am (above) posing with “Caddyshack,” the most recent race winner at PBKC, which was the World Series of Poker Circuit special feature race.