From:   lucky@lastcallpoker.com
Subject: buckets of snot
Date: October 8, 2005 12:52:17 PM PDT
To:   brian@netninja.com


Next deal...

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From:  Lucy Brown 
Sent: Saturday, October 8
Subject:  Buckets of Snot



Hey Penguin-Boy,

The picture of the salps you sent was particularly disgusting in light of your comment that they look like snot.  It's a glamorous job you've got down there.  Hauling buckets of snot out of freezing cold water.  Makes me want to roll the windows down, which I did since It Is Warm Here.  And I went and had tamales at Conchita's just for you.  And they were fabulous.
Okay, enough of being a bitch.  Can't wait until you get home, even though I know you are actually in pig heaven out there freezing your ass off.
Lucky used to take me to Conchita's all the time.  Can't stop thinking about him these days.  
Remember that time I had to move back in with mom and dad because I was so broke, and everybody was telling me to quit the cards?  Lucky told me to keep playing.  'Play harder,' he said.  He said I would break through, that I'd be one of those people who made it.  Like I'm going to be the next Chris Moneymaker.  
Then when I lost really big, and I knew I had to walk away from the cards, you know, he tried to talk me out of it.  He offered me the money I'd lost.  And I told him to screw off and give the money to mom, and SHE told him to screw off and stop trying to bribe his way out of having Corrupted Her Daughter, and...
So there's this flaky good-natured con man trying to give away like a hundred grand and none of us will take it, and he was absolutely a bad influence and he was absolutely the one person in the family I loved the most-
--But I wouldn't talk to him anymore.  And what I told myself was, Lucky was the one guy who could talk me into playing again.  That's what I said.  I was taking the moral high road, I was the GA Centerfold of the Month.
...except now sometimes I think maybe part of me was just ashamed to see him anymore because I was a loser.
Loser.
Loser.
Loser.
And I was used to being a loser for everyone else (not counting Penguin Boy).  But I couldn't bear to be a loser for him too.
And then he was dead.

Christ, like you need to hear this.  Go play with your snot.

Yr crybaby sister

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