Readings I Recommend

  • Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson
  • Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
  • Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
  • Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris
  • It's Beginning to Hurt by James Lasdun
  • The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  • The Man Who was Thursday by G.K. Chesterton
  • Identity by Milan Kundera
  • A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway
  • Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer

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Monday, January 25, 2010

January 25; Sometime between 5AM and 7AM

The recess above the casino was hollow and black against the red and gold of the rooms below. I was crawling in the attic of the casino on iron grating, which served as the ceiling of the room I was above. My instructions from my boss were to observe the poker games being played below, taking note of anyone that was cheating. There was one character in particular that seemed very suspicious and I watched him intently, following his hands, eyes, and the movements of his fingers. I noticed he would take a long time showing his hand in the end, doing alot of fidgeting with his legs. What I discovered was that he would hide stolen poker chips under the table and, if he were to reveal a winning hand, would slide his foot out of his loafer and grab extra poker chips with his feet, placing them on the table with his cards without the other players noticing. Just as he is about to make his move, I punched through the grating underneath me and fell on top of him. I yelled out to expose his trickery, but he picked me up and threw me across the table, moving around all the cards in play. As I slid across the table, the man who hired me rolled under the table to the other side in order to dodge my fall. When I was getting back up, I saw my bosses cards and found out he had a stash of Kings in a small crevice underneath the tabletop. I yell out, "You made me a fool!" just as I see him reach towards his belt and grab a revolver. Slinging his arm, he shoots three times. I try and duck from the shots, but as I slowly wake up from sleep I feel three pulses in my neck, and I'm curled up in the fetal position in my bed, my entire body shaking from tension.

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