poker, cooking (dam fine cook) movies, sleep, my niece penny (shes adorable) people watching, swimming (recreationaly) woodworking and poker. oops did i mention that twice?
First and foremost I can't wait to meet my friend Paul Mendez again. Great man and great musician. He left us all way to early. I'll drink some Old Crow just for you man!
Here's to you Paul!
Daniel Negreanu , any other poker pros, people who enjoy life even without money, people who enjoy life even with money and anyone who wants to meet me. i just can't guarantee we'd meet a second time ;)
Go ahead and sing along everyone, it'll make you feel evil for 6 minutes or so.
Lyrics to:
"Red Right Hand", by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Take a litle walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
But there won't be a single thing a that you can do
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car? He'll get you one
You don't have no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
(Organ solo)
You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
Hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand