"I love you Daddy," says the message scribbled above the face of a gentle-looking man. A pot of flowers sits below the picture.
Next to it is a mural from a church. Dozens upon dozens of messages adorn it. "God Bless America." "United We Stand." "Our thoughts are with you, New York."
Some people got it, some people don't. Me, I don't got it.
I'm talking about Gambling Luck. Vegas Luck.
You know, the most I've ever won at Las Vegas is negative twenty bucks. Pitiful, isn't it?
Even though he lay flat on his back and blood bubbled from his nose, I couldn't help feel that he deserved it. The ring of spectators apparently felt the same way too, since no one came forward to help him.
What else would you expect in a New York City subway at rush hour?
"I'll do it, man. Just watch me."
"No way! You ain't gonna do it!"
"Just watch me."
"I'll bet you ten bucks you ain't gonna do it!"
"You're on!"
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA