POKER NIGHT AT THE LAW SCHOOL Eesh. I got shit cards and played with a strategic vision worthy of Douglas Haig at the Somme, so I was the first out. Ehh, I wasn't using those $10 anyway.

Later that night I dreamt I was part of an illegal poker circuit that was eventually joined by Rafael Palmeiro. We had to kill Palmeiro, who in addition to being a card cheat was apparently passing government secrets to the Cubans. The rest of the dream was spent trying to dispose of the body. We eventually traded it to a coked-up heiress along with a haute couture dress we'd somehow come into possession of.

If there's a lesson in all this I think I've missed it