Story idea: Stuck down in Century City.

And no one gives a pity. In the reflected glam of West Hollywood, we glanced up at the half-full moon and wondered how our all-out big-night out had turned out. Down, in the drank-too-much smoke-too-much clan in Century City. Many characters can be combined from ridiculous night with Kayvon Parth Ben Dave Karr Jeff Cho and What's his name? The faux Adrian. I hope he never gets to read this. Allen, that's who he was, and probably still is. Ridiculous night, as Pennawitz so graciously pointed out.

Sometimes I wonder if portions of my personality are built in direct result of "Jeff Cho" being such a caricaturistic arrangement of a caricacture's name?

Occasionaly grammar must be sacrificed in the eye of the Greater Truth (capitalization in place strictly for the enhancement of hoky-poky neo-new-age spiritualism).

I hereby adhere to that rule. You have to write thinking a few sentenceses ahead, the direct result of such bullshit is not considered good writing. Of course such relapses have been tolerated up to this point, the indirect result of chemical inbalances in such said person's circulatory system. The indirect result of withdrawing to a distance from the main skirmish is vagueness. That is what I seek, vagueness in the shadow of intentions and will.

4 handed poker followed by Happy Hour Thursday at D&B's followed by more 4 than 3 than 2 handed poker which Mark won against Ed. Eric first out I soon followed. Damn it. Me:6Ko Mark:AA Flop 44X(lower than 10)rainbow. CheckCheck. Turn:K. Me 10 Mark Call. River:6. Mark: All in I call. Lost it all. Mark then annhilated Ed's $2.50 re-buy-in, Ed had one 2x-up against the superior stack but could not survive the second one.

One great win though: I turned a gut-shot straight and than doubled-up against Ed.