Tuesday, January 16
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I will Gamble on You
Tom Lukcas. The name likely holds no significance to anyone who reads this and if your name is Tom Lukcas, you, sir, are in the minority, and I stand corrected.To me, the name is of a guy I knew in high school. He was a tall, lanky fellow with freckles and glasses. A nervous demeanor made it seem like his eyes always had somewhere to go. He had straight brown hair and parted it down the middle, not so different from Alpha Alpha of Rascals fame. Until a week ago this description along with three memories was to me Tom Lukcas.
Memory one: Tom Lukcas took up smoking so he could have an excuse to have conversations with Debbie, a punky good looking Italian girl.
Memory two: Tom Lukcas could own you in Street Fighter as he had perfected the punch-jab-uppercut combo. Ken or Ryu? It didn't matter foo.
Memory three: Tom Lukcas had something horrible happen to him recently, so says a friend of a friend. Perhaps he was hospitalized for being beat up or shat on. Something or another.
Come a week ago, Andrew, my friend and Tom Lukcas' close high school friend, told me that Tom, the same street fighting, smoker Tom, is now a professional poker player. For me, Tom had suddenly gone up in my books and in everyone else's down. Tom wasn't just 3 memories any longer, but he was someone I knew, someone who punch-jab-uppercutted me to death, who is something I want to be. Thank you. Thank you Tom Lukcas for gambling.
Tack on the fourth.
Memory four: Tom Lukcas, professional gambler.
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