It’s not exactly like it was a bad day. It sure as shit wasn’t a good one, but the dealer doesn’t just give you Aces or Twos. There are a few cards in between. And then there’s the Joker. Today though? If I had it to do over I’d have asked him to deal me one more. I feel like I held at fifteen or sixteen and got beat. It might have been better to just go over instead of ending the day feeling knowing there was a chance to win.

And for all this colorful bullshit there is no ready explanation. Just feeling salty is all. It probably wouldn’t be a crap idea to just turn out the light and roll over.