5/19/00
As we horsemen say, so goes it. I
went from being a bum to half a millionaire in the time span of a mere
week. It was like gray magic, how I found the back door into the I
game. Twisting and turning upon the unsheeted $120 black futon I call my
bed since my heart was broken, my faith destroyed (at least temporarily) and my
finances depleted, I dreamed I got in and he lost 99 points that session.
Despite the lack of sleep and gloomy, cold weather this end of May, I made my
way to the club to let the fates decide what fortune or misfortune might be
mine that day at the dice observatory. Crunched in sockets; I can barely
make sense anymore even to myself. It's like electricity through the
brain. I do like this keyboard.