I took my high school diploma and tried to make sense of what to do next. Mostly, I played a lot of poker. That kept the money coming in. My parents were understandably less than impressed with what had happened, so I basically tried to make sure we led separate lives.
My father kept extremely well-regulated hours, so that wasn’t difficult. He took one of two trains to work every morning and one of two trains home again every night. So I made sure I returned from a night at the tables minutes after he left and went out every evening just before he got back. For the whole of that summer, we hardly spoke. We had nothing to say to each other. Continue Reading »


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