Red, black and gold. Eighth notes on the piano, chord changes accentuated by the rhythmic pulse of overly synthesized bass lines. My shoes, freshly polished alligator skin, looked tarnished against the impeccably clean marble floors as I marched through a sea of designer clothing pulsating to the beat of the music. Calls, holds, folds, reds, blacks, runs, and the cursing of a man who shouldn’t have gone all in. Black marble columns rose twenty feet into the air, adorned with golden ivy helixes rising towards ceilings plastered with faux Italian paintings framed by more golden flora. Continue reading “Fox I: The Flop”
Fox I: The Flop
