As I was walking from The Edge (a trendy but silly pub near my house) counting the money I managed to bamboozle outta some taiwanese birds, I thought that what comes around goes around.
Or the other way around.
Anyways, I planned to go to bed on an empty stomach. You know, as you get older, you stop doing a lot of stuff. I stopped eating dinner a few years ago and now not only do I have an onset of scurvy, but I look like a rejected American Apparel model.
But it's alright, I look magnificent in speedos. Heck, Alton Towers will make an exception if I use one.
But I digress.
The smell of ginger and soy sauce lingered. I saw some chinese dudes having a small gathering in a kitchenette. They were playing Texas Hold 'em, the game where I just dominated.
Should I push my luck? Or should I go home?
Fuck it. I knocked on the window and parlayed my way inside. A dude in a wifebeater offers me a Tuborg and I gladly accept it. Another one is passing a tray of octopus in oyster sauce and I take a few bits. I always carry toothpicks, so with a few cheese cubes and olives, I manage to make some pinchos.
The chinese guys seem to be entertained by this and I explain them how to make them. Soon they are making different pinchos.
I don't want to take my chances (besides, they were nice enough to give me free food), so I keep the game civil (i.e. no bets) and we laughed for a while.
It was around 3 AM that we decided to change the game to Three Card Brag. Y'know the rules. Then it got bad.
I always thought that I'd die in a car accident. This was the traditional method of decease in my family, but then again, no-one in my family played Three Card Brag with The Triads...
TO BE CONTINUED.
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