He said, son I’ve made a life out of reading peoples faces, knowing what their cards were by the way they held their eyes. So if you don’t mind me saying, I can see you’re out of aces. For a taste of your whisky, I’ll give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow. Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression, he said “If you’re gonna play the game boy, you gotta learn to play it right.”