{"id":26,"date":"2021-11-30T08:30:44","date_gmt":"2021-11-30T08:30:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yesheisatthegames.com\/?page_id=26"},"modified":"2021-11-30T08:30:44","modified_gmt":"2021-11-30T08:30:44","slug":"how-one-bad-habit-earned-me-a-beating","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/yesheisatthegames.com\/how-one-bad-habit-earned-me-a-beating\/","title":{"rendered":"How One Bad Habit Earned Me a Beating"},"content":{"rendered":"
I was in New Orleans last Thursday, and I fell in with a group at a poker table<\/a>. One of these men, as I would later learn, was the undisputed king of the dry-erase marker market, and a hefty fellow indeed. My legs could have fit inside his biceps.<\/p>\n All he had to talk about was the sweet smell of dry-erase markers and the pleasant squeak they make on a white board, but no one would tell him that that was boring.<\/p>\n Nobody wanted to die that night.
\nMy wallet died that night, though, thanks to cold calling raises.<\/p>\n