the_gambler stork daddy the gambler, having faked another day of work, was faced with two options. he could either go to the tables (which was, after all, what made him the gambler) or go home. waiting for him at one place were the drink, the dice, and the girls...and at the other a mirror an unmade bed and perhaps a book. he knew though that whichever he chose, it went beyond one night. one was to decide for learning and living and the other forgetting and dying. he wasn't so concerned with foregoing accomplishment. at least not in the ordinary, gold watch upon retirement sense. that was tawdry, after all. rather than appearing the righteous person you had to be the righteous person. that night he won 3,000 dollars. 060908 what's it to you? who go blather from