Up in Tahoe, Ken had a night. We blew into Caesar’s and he busted at Five-Card Stud right away. Down a ton, we cut to the exit. In the foyer, I asked him if he wanted a C-note. Within five minutes, he hit five hundred on the Field, laid fifty on Red Five and came up three thousand. He gave me three hundred and we went to Nero’s. We were perved on Hurricanes; he leaned in, his fruit-punch whisper barely audible beneath Nelly’s Hot in Here. “Notice I didn’t ask you for that plug, you volunteered me to have it.”
Tim Stiles lives in the San Francisco-Bay Area. His Bichon Frisé is named Paleta Konnichiwa. Paleta's mother is named Roxy, and she lives nearby.