I Lost a Dollar

[flyinbutrs]

Ya know what rules? Trash talking chess matches.

There's this black guy in his 60's that wears sunglasses that he probably stole from Bono who sits right outside 15th and market, in the shadow of the giant clothespin. He sits on one of these big square blocks that they put into the square for god knows what reason. They're like roadblocks, except that no one in their right mind would ever drive into that square. Anyway, he has a chess board sitting next to him, ready to go, and taunts everyone that walks by trying to get a challenger. So I took him on. The bet was a dollar. There is nothing like speed chess against a homeless guy with an attitude, especially when he trash-talks you and everyone else around with the enthusiasm of a crack addict looking for a fix. Suffice it to say, since he plays chess all day, and I haven't played in a year or two, he thoroughly whipped my ass. Nonetheless, it was fun.

Comments

PRICELESS

[bumonyou.livejournal.com]

No, I really think you are doing interesting things, despite what you say. Hell, for only a dollar, you should do it more often. Maybe 3 times a week? Who knows?

Re: PRICELESS

[flyinbutrs.livejournal.com]

Hey, yeah! I could play him all the time and then get really good at it, become a world chess champion, beat kasparov in a sanctioned country, disappear for dozens of years after being charged with treason by the ashcroft memorial militia, reappear to praise the terrorist actions of shintoists, then be arrested for using a fake passport trying ot travel to Papua New Guinea.

or... not...

Re: PRICELESS

[bumonyou.livejournal.com]

Hey, a life unconsidered is a life unlived right? or is that "a life not spent in the alleyway smoking crack is a life unlived." I...can never remember