Our weekly poker game took place at the usual undisclosed location. The whole gang was on hand: D.B. Cooper, Tupac, Elvis, Amelia Earhart, and yours truly.
Right on cue, a fight broke out between Elvis and Tupac. Both think we don’t know they cheat, but when they catch each other, look out. Tupac pulled a gun and it took all of us to convince him that violence wouldn’t solve anything. He later apologized for overreacting, much to our astonishment. D.B. told him “It was no biggie,” and Tupac lost it.
Tears streamed down Tupac’s face as he lamented the loss of his brother and arch nemesis. He started to take it out on Elvis, with some crazy idea of a west coast/east coast thing. Elvis took it in stride and made peanut butter, banana and bacon sandwiches for all. After Tupac settled down, we got into some intense poker.
Amelia cleaned us all out, extending her streak to 3 weeks. Talk about a poker face. One part Mona Lisa, one part black widow, and so sly foxes take lessons from her.
Oh well, there’s always next week.