Last night I was playing poker at Bellago, sitting next to a guy from the town next to my hometown. (I’m from West Bloomfield, Michigan, he was from Farmington Hills, Michigan).

He lost a big pot, got pissed, and folded his cards harder and faster than I’ve ever seen anyone fold cards. They flew across the table, caught the air, and flew back up and into the shoulder of the guy sitting across from him.

“Sir, if that card had hit my face, we’d be stepping outside to discuss.”

The folder got up from the table and the drama ended there.

IN OTHER NEWS
I’m watching over my roommate’s cat Monkey Bunny and not hating it, even though cats are evil and will take over the world the first chance they get. This cat is okay, one of the good ones, but only because it acts like a dog sometimes. Big fan of head butting me too. I’ve taken to head butting it back. Usually this gets no reaction.