Patt Cole

I don’t gamble. I believe in luck. I am a mathematician. I am not a man of many words. Nathaniel is a horrible mentor in the realm of poker. I have been dragged into this thing. I fell for it all. There is no self-control left. I am a sailor headed to the desert in a boxcar of filth. It’s about goddamned time I make sense of it all. Too late. I am a fish; my nuts are on the table. I must get to the river or they will be busted.

Yet luck always breaks even in the end. When it does end, I hope to black it all out and remember only positive expectations immersed in a field of daisy donkey dreams.

Please God… let me survive.