as the hour approaches midnight
It’s so easy to get caught up in the stress of work and social pressures of life. It’s so easy to get lost in the sad eyes of the bitter Russian man in seat eight as he curses under his breath and slaps his cards on the felt. It’s so easy to insult the lucky winner as he stacks your chips and laughs with broccoli stuck in between his teeth. It’s so easy to be nasty and so tough to be nice. I don’t actively seek the unfortunate, it’s just what I notice first.