#221: “Pay The Piper”

Have you heard about this Colman fellah? You know…  from One Drop… and Super Highrollers… and Seminole… you know the one… he hates interviews but loves pissing off Jews. Busquet’s mate… you know… with his hoody and anti-war t-shirts – ‘stop killing kids’… controversial shit like that.

Man, he pisses me off… with his ambiguous feelings about what he does. Doesn’t he realise we like our coffee black and our poker players uncomplicated. “Hey monkey, smile for the cameras – that giant pile of cash is yours! Who do you think you are? Refusing to promote poker. Caring about children. You prick.”

You know he left that other poor fella to do all the interviews after he beat him. You know the one – that other Daniel, you know… the nice, chatty one who says your hand out loud… You know who I mean… your man off the TV… they cut the shows together so he gets mostly correct guesses… the one with the hair and the thing that isn’t Scientology.

Well mark my words, Mr. Colman. The piper has to get paid. You can’t win $20 million without the media getting their pound of flesh. If you won’t play the game and let them twist your words into their narrative, then they’ll twist your silence into their narrative. They’ve built you up (oh, no, wait, you did that yourself), they can pull you down! Their column inches must be filled. They’ll find the dirt, the skeleton, the dick pic.

Just you wait and see.