It’s nearly midnight, and I’m sitting in the parking lot of a Popeyes Chicken in South Central LA. I got mugged here recently.
That day really sucked. First there was nonsense at work. Then there was nonsense with my friends. Then there was nonsense with my car. If you’ve read Alexander and Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day – or just kind of get the gist of the title – then you get the idea. By the time it was 6pm, I needed something stronger than a drink. I needed poker.