Broke my Glasses: BioVlog 75 of 384

Kevin says to me, “Pull up a chair.”

These guys don’t know how poor my eyesight has become. For the druggies that don’t know me from the past, I use my fallback excuse for holding my cards so close. “I’m extremely farsighted and can’t see a damn thing close up,” I say. “This morning I broke my only pair of glasses. So if you guys don’t mind, can someone call out the face-up cards?”

“No problem, man,” another player says, sounding bored. 

Kevin says with a slight slur, “Little Rick, you’re the guest, so you can deal the next hand.”

I reply, “Let’s play draw.”