how about you learn to play better poker, I'll teach you....bring money.
So, fun day today. My wife Amy sells jewelry downtown at the Artist's Market on Saturdays. The market takes place in a public park near the central library, which, during the week, is the dwelling grounds of the cities homeless. Most of the time they keep to themselves and avoid the public, but today we were lucky enough to have a particular hobo approach us and demand earrings or he was going to kill himself right in front of us. So I was kind enough to point him to the fountain and told him drowning would be the preferred method. He replied with incomprehensible mumbles mixed with shaking and twitching as he walked away. Later, I pointed him out to the Mormons when they stopped by.
