It’s a night when I might as well feel good about things because the bills that are trailing me won’t catch up until, like, Tuesday and my week’s work in Reno is done and the Cubs won, Cubs won, and the bar in the Silver Legacy is perfectly happy to reward me for being a good hard-working American guy.
So I settle in and enjoy the Hatuey cigar that should be getting harsh near its nub but blessedly isn’t and I think there are other games to be played in the Biggest Little City in the World and maybe I’ll play a few of them before tucking in but right now, because I have to believe something, I believe I’ll have another Jameson, light rocks, because my plane to the world doesn’t fly ’til tomorrow.
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