Harry Paterson

So there I was. In a no-name bar, in a no-name town when a no-name blonde sits down at the stool next to mine.
“You looking for company, Hun?”
I stared wearily at her reflection in the pitted mirror behind the bar and sighed. She wore too many drinks, too many men and too many years.
“So,” she gamely continued, looking for an ice-breaker, the way a stray mutt looks for a friend, “How’d you lose $13 million?”
I sighed again. “Easy. Just go all-in……and wait for FECKING FACEBOOK TO BOOT YOU FROM THE SERVER!!!! AGAIN!!!!!”