apokerlypse DannyH We live it that way now, by the feel of the odds. The numbers so far down now that you can’t see them for the mass of them. I dreamt up this kind of hallucinatory version of how I have lived when given the chance to be on my own, in this haze of poker, writing, computer games and blather. There’s a murder mystery there somewhere in which the victim, the perpetrator, the detective and the writer of the story are all me. 050824 what's it to you? who go blather from