
Follow My Lead
A tale of golf, stalking, wandering, witchcraft and whisky in Nova Scotia
Jesse Jones was a son of a bitch. No really, his mom was mean. Jesse himself was a ...
The only player with more chips than me was a wild guy we called “Dawg.” He literally barked, ...
My biggest poker win was shortly followed by the biggest loss. I think a lot of people say ...
I dragged my feet in an exhausted daze through the poker room’s maze of tables until I found ...
I was deep in a satellite tournament where the top nine players won a seat to the main ...
Mr. Nice Guy was everyone’s friend at the poker table. But I hated his guts.
I was in the early stages of a big buy-in World Poker Tour tournament. One that was full ...
Original fiction from the felt
Original Fiction