During a dark night of backgammon, on an empty fruit stand at the crossroads of some rural route, deep and silent in tobacco county, the devil makes an interesting proposal. Do you want to start the game with glorious 31s, making your golden point? Or: Would you prefer to have ownership of the doubling cube…
ipso facto weed whacker
"Woke up this morning ... saw the blue moon in your eyes." Sometimes you have to live in the basement. Not in a man cave, but the actual basement. Bunking and debunking with spiders and heating tanks. Broken TV but at least a stereo, old music discs, and a makeshift pantry of citrus fruits and…
the baron talks backgammon 