#139: “Frustration Felt”

Waiting for a hand. Waiting for a spot. Waiting. Riffling. That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Do not speak ill of your table-mates. Do not speak well of them either. Do not speak of them at all. Folding. Mucking. Laying down. Anteing up. Perhaps my premium hands are gone. Dare I bluff? Make a crying call? What’s the bottom of my range? Any ace. Wait. One more orbit. One more lap of the track. I can go on. Laddering. Blinding down. Short-sighted. Short stack.

Under the gun. Underdog. Tight image. Suited connector. Enough. Whence no farther. No more waiting. Must act. At this moment in time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of this hand before it is too late. Move in. Anticipation. Positive expectation. Button call. The consolation of isolation. Villain waking up. Showdown. I am dominated. Flop. Flop nothing. Nothing on the horizon. Burn and turn. Burned by the turn. Drawing dead.

Ever played. Ever failed. Frustration felt. No matter. Rise again. Raise again.