Skunkin Tuesday

Unbelievable amount of bad cards can only lead to a seventy five dollar debt. Bad news for me, I didn't know when to walk away or when to run. I was convinced if I just stuck around a little longer my time would come. My time never came. The only play worthy hands I got were pocket Jacks once and got cracked. Another time I had Ace Queen suited, and Cory cracked me with a pair of nines…NINES for Christ sake.
"He" was there, sitting next to me, not talking, not playing many hands, and when "He" wasn't looking, I stared at him, hard. My eyes detailed his profile. That beautiful face was mesmerizing. An aroma of conceit lingered in his lap, although after a few careful-not-to-get-caught stares at his crotch, I was convinced he has a small penis. Too bad, just one more loss that night.