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Once again (if I can believe certain accounts posted to message boards) it appears that the devastation fell all around my property without leaving me homeless. There is a little corner of me that wants to feel quite smug about this. I didn't get theexorcist airlifted from my roof by the National Guard. I didn't drown in my attic. I am not picking through a rubble field looking for something I can salvage. I am not crapping in the aisles and looking for a sip of theexorcist fresh water in some overcrowded shelter. I am, in fact, in a large theexorcist comfortable house in Knoxville, TN sipping Gentleman Jack while I listen for the chance to return to work, something that will almost certainly happen long before I can return home. But the fact is that I ignored another threat looming over me and I got incredibly lucky again. If there's one thing I learned in my casino adventures it was to never, ever depend on luck. In fact, I always considered myself spectacularly unlucky; despite all the time I spent hanging around in casinos I never won much of anything without a carefully figured advantage.
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