Indicative of scattered mind and wandering soul.
The photo share artist calls the picture Graffiti. From the Los Angles, CA, area, He had posted another of the high vapor fronting the moon in black and white, titled. I can never remember which light means dawn, or which sunset. From the shadows in the vapor and the apparent height of the condensation trails, I’d like to think dawn, but hesitate.
Wrestling with this and that story, decided the best thing would be to play poker. Tried FTP – meh. Ran into one of those guys, one stumbles across frequently, couldn’t have beaten him if someone was holding him. Tried thrice, Lost thrice. Left once.
I wrote his name down.
Went then to Poker Stars and ran into a curious table of six. Well, five really, until I sat, and the pace picked up.
One seat busted, another emptied. They filled. Another busted, filled almost immediately. A busted player returned and we had a ring of six. The next hand, two busted, two doubled. Four left the table and two of us played a single hand.
I was triumphant for fourteen cents.
Awesome game. Not.
I left, and noted in leaving the lobby that there were only two tables at my limits with one player. The one I’d bailed on and he was one of the busted that’d returned.
I know Tao Of Pauly is out in the world collecting ill gotten monies and searching for hooker sightings with the help of his girlfriend. I know part of that is true because I read his blog and he mentioned: 1) he and his girlfriend were together for food; and 2) they were in a strange place performing normal acts of kindness for poker players world wide; and, 3) Pauly looked for hookers in the casino and didn’t see any.
I’m safe in repeating his information. I offer him an apology. I knew he was busy enroute to a travelling assignment and dropped an email to him. The email was a hurried type of thing and I scraped a picture for him – which I’m sure he would have enjoyed. The problem is, I didn’t include a link to the source and the picture didn’t transmit across in the mail.
Sorry, for wasting your time, man. I appreciate the short turn around times you grant my messages, especially when I know you’ve stolen time in a busy schedule.
For any of my readers that do not receive it, Truckin’, is an ezine, edited by said Pauly and appears monthly – this is my annual pimping exercise for it, by the way – publishing five or six tales of FICTION for the reader. One of many Pauly endeavors.
I mention that it pays nothing. That is zero. And it does not accept stories of poker. I will admit it accepts just about any other subject, some of which appear true to life and somewhat painful to read. But there’s small hang up with all that.
The World Series Of Poker takes place in mid-summer in Los Vegas. During that run-time (June and July (early)), the editors and publishers of the Truckin’ ezine find themselves strapped for time and can seldom fill all the gaps with stories.
So contribute. I’ve done so a number of times and haven’t been published yet.
That doesn’t mean a great deal, other than the competition is better than I, or maybe . . well, I dunna know. . but send along some material. If not June, maybe you’ll get published in July. If not July? Well, like I said, I dunna know.
All you gotta do is click on the Truckin’ link and you’ll see a picture Pauly took of a beach somewhere – probably out looking for clams and breakfast. Anyhow, that page will have a button telling you how to submit the stories.
P.S. Subcribe while you’re there.
P.P.S. It is not only for Poker Playing Bloggers. Anybody that wants to write for an audience. Short stories.
P.P.P.S. Did I mention I haven’t been published there yet?
From the reaches,