It’s been said to me today: I’m a lousy poker player because I can never hold on to all my chips. There’s nothing like the drama of going all in and making it known to the world…or at least, the perceived tension and drama that goes on in my head while doing so. The thrill of the plunge. The desire to know what the others are holding.

I’m proud to be part of the pack of idiots who have no clear understanding of the game, other than that patience, planning, foresight and a good dose of common sense are vital to winning a good round. But realizing these things doesn’t mean that we have to play with them in mind. Skirting on playing with plain irrationality might not be the smartest thing to do, but it’d be good, as Tyler would say, to let the chips fall where they may.

To thrift off from a song I know, chance is a kind of religion where you’re damned for plain hard luck.

No truer words, no?

Dive deep. And pray you don’t drown.

There were men who were naked, with the exception of wearing Doraemon masks and thongs. Now, these men were full-sized with six-packed Spartan bodies, but for some strange reason we were at a beach and playing a sport where the objective was to stuff these guys into holes in the sand…and they’d shrink to be fit.

No pun intended, but it was very queer. The thongs were a strange touch. Not to mention the masks.

Keith Richards was in the driver’s seat of this old Camaro, which was funny because he was positioned on the right; Mick was in the passenger’s seat and most probably having a blunt. I was at the back, just hanging with them along the FDR in New York. New York City was being flooded, but funnily enough, only on the side of the oncoming traffic flow. We were escaping the floods by driving towards the source, and we hit an embankment and then plunged into the water that was rising between the two dual carriagewats. As we were flying, Mick told me to hold my breath and to close my eyes, and I did. The moment I opened them was the moment I awoke from the dream; it was 4 in the morning, and I was staring at my bedroom window.

Interpret that.