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Why Do I Smell?
None of my poker friends remembered me. What good is it to play poker with complete strangers? It’s like playing against a machine. You can’t make jokes, you can’t tell when they are bluffing, and you can’t trick them into thinking you are bluffing when you are not.
My foot hurt. No matter what I did to try to distract myself, I was always aware I was walking around on it. Every step sent out pulses of pain. I was grateful when we had some place to ride to and I could sit in the cab, but the pain was constant, not pulsing. It never went away. I could take care of that tonight, I could, after dinner, go straight over to Dr. Pong’s, partake, and be off on a cloud of bliss. The day seemed long, dragging, painful. But like all days, it eventually came to an end, and we re
