Once and only once did someone put their hands on me in an aggressive manner in an attempt to backroom me. Who could have guessed as I slipped into the casino that night I would soon be in the strong black arms of a woman named Tanya?

I have developed an unhealthy fear of every middle-aged white guy in a suit. Stocky, slicks his hair back—you know the type.

As I write this post, I am circling the pit looking for an opportunity to strike..

The player next to me—as is often the case—was tipping the dealer tonight. I—as is always the case—was not. The dealer thanked Mr. Tips more noticeably each time for the table scraps coming his way, and Mr. Tips responded by ever more loudly espousing the eternal virtues of tipping. They […]