24 JUL 06
Right now it’s 12:37 pm. At 12:31 pm (six minutes ago), I told a nice young woman and her near-deaf husband that she has breast cancer. And it’s bad. She smiled and said she kind of expected it. Then, she turned to her husband and asked if he was okay. He looked stunned.
That’s when she started crying.
What were you doing today at 12:31 pm? I assure you, I wasn’t thinking about poker.