Lenophis
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Last night I get home at around 6 pm. Bring the mail in the kitchen, and my grandma is sitting in her stool staring out the window as she normally does. Says she has a question for me. "When you guys play poker, do you play for money?"
I came home from my friend norwin's house, of which I spent the previous night there. Usually we play cards, hold 'em, 5 card, 7 card, uno, skippo, whatever the hell we can think of. Never has money ever exchanged hands during any of this, unless it involved going to the vending machine for pop 'n' chips. So to answer her question, the obvious answer is "no."
She then goes on to tell me that there are about $30 in one dollar bills missing (she has this giant container of them, not for collectors sake or anything else other than a rainy day or if somebody needs a buck now and then). I already know where this is going, and all I can say is that "I've never touched your money."
"That's all I'm gonna say." That is what she said after that. Fast forward to this morning. My dad shows up at about 8 or 9 am, I'm still sleeping. He's fucking irrate cause he can't get up the deck stairs. Why not? First, he tore up his knee on the job a week beforehand. Second, the left side of the stairs had collapsed about two weeks beforehand, but some repairs had been in planning stages, not around to it yet. I'm not a carpenter so it's not me doing the repairs btw. He leaves ready to blow steam out of his head, or so I hear.
I wake up a little later. First my grandma tells me about the fun adventures with my dad (not that fun, basically a one-sided yelling match) and then she outright acuses me of stealing her money and having a gambling problem. I've gambled three times in my lifetime. Twice at a local casino, lost a grand total of $10. The other time was at my dad's house a few years ago with a bunch of his friends playing some poker. I think I lost a grand total of $50 (playing with nickels and dimes) of which I invested a whole dollar for the hell of it. My mom has a gambling problem, lost too much of my money along with her money for me to realize that gambling simply isn't worth it.
So yeah, the last 36 hours have been pretty damn tiring. <img src=smilies/sleep.gif>
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Slickness factor of 10.</center></P>
I came home from my friend norwin's house, of which I spent the previous night there. Usually we play cards, hold 'em, 5 card, 7 card, uno, skippo, whatever the hell we can think of. Never has money ever exchanged hands during any of this, unless it involved going to the vending machine for pop 'n' chips. So to answer her question, the obvious answer is "no."
She then goes on to tell me that there are about $30 in one dollar bills missing (she has this giant container of them, not for collectors sake or anything else other than a rainy day or if somebody needs a buck now and then). I already know where this is going, and all I can say is that "I've never touched your money."
"That's all I'm gonna say." That is what she said after that. Fast forward to this morning. My dad shows up at about 8 or 9 am, I'm still sleeping. He's fucking irrate cause he can't get up the deck stairs. Why not? First, he tore up his knee on the job a week beforehand. Second, the left side of the stairs had collapsed about two weeks beforehand, but some repairs had been in planning stages, not around to it yet. I'm not a carpenter so it's not me doing the repairs btw. He leaves ready to blow steam out of his head, or so I hear.
I wake up a little later. First my grandma tells me about the fun adventures with my dad (not that fun, basically a one-sided yelling match) and then she outright acuses me of stealing her money and having a gambling problem. I've gambled three times in my lifetime. Twice at a local casino, lost a grand total of $10. The other time was at my dad's house a few years ago with a bunch of his friends playing some poker. I think I lost a grand total of $50 (playing with nickels and dimes) of which I invested a whole dollar for the hell of it. My mom has a gambling problem, lost too much of my money along with her money for me to realize that gambling simply isn't worth it.
So yeah, the last 36 hours have been pretty damn tiring. <img src=smilies/sleep.gif>
<P ID="signature"><center><img src=http://leno.hypher.net/images/slick.png border=0 title="How Slick are you?">
Slickness factor of 10.</center></P>
