This will be my last post before I go under. My parents, as expected, are driving me insane in these close quarters. I love them, but they're like Kryptonite to sanity and I'm afraid the more exposure I have, the less likely I am to come through with my mind intact.
If this should be my last post ever (g-d forbid), I hereby publicly bequeath my poker table and chips to Darko. It's not that I'm playing favorites (because I'm not). It's just that I will want the Wall Street Poker tradition to live on and he lives closest with an apartment large enough to support a game.
Remember me fondly friends. I go now to prepare.