It is always a hard pill to swallow when, as a little boy, someone tells you to get lost. Especially if it is your own father, especially if it is when he is playing cards. Because you look up to your father, especially if your father is playing cards with his friends, that must be the greatest thing in the world! Look at the men there, smiling, their cigars going up and down in their mouths when they are belly laughing. The foam of the beer shooting over your mother’s beautiful rug when a can is opened (she is going to be sooo angry the next morning), and all the men hooting and hollering. Your father throwing his cards open and raking in those chips, and have you seen those chips! They are round, and they all hve different colours, you’ve got blue ones and red ones and green ones and yellow ones, wooooow, it is so colourful, this is great! Naturally, when you are older and can sit in on one of these card games you realize they laugh so hard because someone farted, cigars smell, and you keep hoping one drops on the floor so he has to throw it away (as if men laughing at fart jokes would do such a thing as throwing away a perfectly good cigar), and that the chips are worth 5, 10, 25, and 50 cents respectively, with the maximum bet being 2.15 and a pretzel from Uncle Joe’s diner.
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