Word: shoeing
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...minutes. I ask Tony to place a marker for me and I get up to hit the restroom, the ATM and the smoking section of the casino floor. Gone for less than five minutes, I return to find Tony replaced by Annie, a shuffle of the 8-deck shoe in progress and the largest white man I have ever seen sitting in my spot. My marker is gone and in its place is $10 worth of his money. At first, I shoot my new friend a mean look. But, from beneath his Fubu ski cap, he shoots me a meaner...
...through to get here. I take a hit. The table collectively asks me what the fuck I'm doing, but before I catch on, I've already caught a 10 from Tony. I've busted. He flips a 10 from under his six and grabs a card from the shoe. It's a four, giving him 20. Everyone's lost a lot of money now, including my new grandmother, and it's all my fault. "Fucking cocksucker. You took his bust card. What the fuck did you do that for?" asks Grandma. She proceeds to ask me a number...
...Apparently, I stepped away from the table at just the wrong time. There are smiles all around, as Tony jokes with the players about their good luck. The only person not smiling is the pit boss, Ray, who has hinted that he's ready to change the shoe. Apparently, the house believes in luck just as much as the players do, and Ray seems intent on breaking the players' winning streak. There's no need, however. As soon as I begin watching the action, people begin losing again. The playwright knows when to walk away, but Hemingway stays in. Macho...
...Shoes: Her shoes were fun. They're the kind of shoes I'd be afraid of someone wearing because they'd kick me. It's a very strong shoe; she wouldn't be afraid of walking through stuff. Like stepping on things...She's very into running through the snow and getting them wet. She's very impulsive. Those shoes were tried and tested...
...Shoes: I bought them in eighth grade, they're really old. And I have been rock climbing in them and hiking in them and they have just gone through a lot of wear-and-tear. One summer, I was hanging out and a friend of mine from ex-Yugoslavia was there, and we decided to sneak out of our dorms past curfew and go to the art room. And we started painting. We painted my shoe. And the wall. And the couches. And I painted the left shoe a year later...