It Could Always Be Worse

Just back from a little vacation in Tunica with Ron, where we were able to combine two of our favorite pastimes: gambling and golf. Sure, it was sweltering on those golf courses, but that didn't stop us, just like bad luck didn't stop us from gambling. In other words, we didn't win any jackpots. I did finally cash in one poker tourney, but it was for fifth place and it didn't come close to making me solvent. Oh well. Maybe next time.

I did begin to feel lucky at one point while I was there - lucky just to be alive after hearing about those three celebrity deaths. Every time I walked back into the hotel room and turned on the t.v., someone else had died. What a week! Any one of those people would have gladly traded places with me, so there are worse things than losing money at the poker table. At least that's what I told myself, over and over. I'm alive! I'm broke as shit, but I'm alive!