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No one drives in San Francisco better than my buddy Alex. He does not hesitate. If there’s a gap, he shoots it. If there’s a jam up, he skirts it. And when it comes to parking, Alex is the self-proclaimed King. He plays it smart, like he does at poker, weighing the risks andRead more
I’ll save you the trouble of asking. They don’t call me Floater because I like to peel the flop in position, although I do. It’s because I drowned and came back to life, and that was all I talked about at the poker table, until I realized nobody gives a rip. So don’t worry.Read more
Even as a big-eared little doofus, I knew there was something wrong with that phrase. “Practice makes perfect!” Sister Mary Malcolm shouted when she cracked my hand with a ruler if one of my fingers hit a white key instead of a black one. I will say. Her aim was perfect. She always hitRead more