Friday, November 30, 2007
After my last entry I thought I ought to not only avoid tarot decks but also avoid all the card tables. I think Tarot said something about playing cards being based off of the tarot. Or maybe she was talking about playing solitaire with her cards. I don't remember. In any event, I didn't reckon playing blackjack was an intelligent thing to do especially after reading in here what happened to Tarot when she tried playing poker. I don't recall her telling me that but then she does talk, a lot. Since I can't seem to find her, I reckoned I'd do what Tarot had been doing and go back to the slots. I managed to win $1000. I still can't vanish but given that now I can do cards maybe Tarot has vanished....
I keep waking up with a hangover, but the beer helps. I wanted some Vodka yesterday but the bar was all out, except for the expensive stuff. So I had cognac instead. It wasn't the really good stuff but it was passable and certainly not that cheap paint thinner rubbish I've had before.
I had my drink and I felt a lot better. Then I managed to win the big jackpot in the slot machines at the casino next door to where we're staying, which made me feel even better. At least I still have Clyde for company, not that I've ever been much of a people person, but Clyde's never been much of a conversationalist. I hope Tarot isn't getting into trouble especially if she's gone invisible. If that's what happened you'd think Tarot would ask me how to do things, after all I am the expert, and she's usually 20 questions half the time, any way, wanting to know about me and why this and why that. And another mystery, it seemed lately I could never manage to wake up and not have my beard a mess, and then this morning I found out why: the bloody thing is glued on! I don't recall shaving, but the stick on beard will have to do until my real one grows back. I have to wonder if Rogaine would be of any use to encourage quick facial hair growth. Maybe I ought to ask Nathan. He's one bloke who ought to know, especially with his "beard of doom"tm that he used to have.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
So I spent all night at the bar with Clyde, my pigeon drinking, then came back to the room and crashed. For some reason the computer gives me this Blog to write in. Better than nothing but, blimey, does Tarot have a one track mind...but I doubt she'll mind my notes. Woke up late AM and couldn't recall where I was. I still couldn't vanish. I've heard rumour of a virus... but maybe I'm just getting old. I couldn't find my good suit, (maybe it's being dry-cleaned?)just my old clothes that I had on. My hair was a mess as was my beard. I hadda nick some of Tarot's spirit gum and fake hair to fix it as I somehow got shaved a bit in my sleep. I have to ask her why she has that stuff. I know she's strange but there's strange and then there's weird. I also had a slight hangover and the best cure for that is more beer so back to the bar I went. Clyde just sat on my shoulder the whole time. I have to wonder where the rest of the flock got to. I dunno where Tarot went, and although we've got a good supply of cash more couldn't hurt. The dealers were looking at me funny so I went for the fruit- I mean slots. Looks like I'm as lucky as Tarot was with them. I'm staying away from the roulette tables though.
Learned my lesson there... I think. For some odd reason I had a deck of tarot cards in my coat pocket. I wonder if Tarot borrowed this coat. Did I loan her it when I met her at her flat back in New York? Maybe she had it when I spent the night. Maybe it was when we went to the storm tunnel. Whenever it was I had her deck now. Out of curiosity more than anything else, I decided to shuffle the deck. Then I started laying them out more by memory than anything else. The first card up was the hermit:
Followed by the Queen of cups:
I only recall those two because she pointed them out to me. She'd said something like the Hermit was my card and the Queen was hers and then she went into along speech about dominoes or something but I was debating getting a beer or maybe I was nicking a pretzel or something... I forget, so the rest of the cards just looked like a fancy poker deck to me... but then the weirdest thing happened. I wasn't seeing the bar anymore or the cards. I saw cities deserted, Biohazard symbols, vials, syringes, hundreds of bodies in bodybags and men in hazmat suits:
It was scary! Bloody terrifying! And I couldn't see my beer and let me tell you I needed one because what I'd seen scared me sober! I'm sure I saw ol' Bob Bishop (sodding git) in there somewhere too. Then I could see normal again. I still couldn't go invisible but now I see stuff, so at least I don't have the virus but I can tell you it's coming and it's nasty. Also if this is what Tarot goes through, no wonder she's strange... maybe she should drink...
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Anyone who's been following Claude's and my posts over at the Burnt Toast Diner knows that Claude and I have been hanging around casinos, but I won't say where. (We're kinda hiding). Anyway, I have had much time to update my own blog. Been way too busy playing and winning slots once I recovered from that memory hole problem. Still don't recall everything, but now I carry my own water or Coke with me.
That way no one can spike it. I tried dressing Goth to keep nosy men away but I started getting fed up with my hair so I got it cut (see pic at top of entry). I've been careful and lucky. I try not to stay at one machine too long as I don't want to press my luck or arouse suspicion. My talent is for tarot cards, not machines, but I'm doing well enough. Claude's been busy trying to contact an old friend, but he hasn't had much luck with that. I'm not sure which bothers him more: the fact his friend isn't answering or how expensive the calls are. So, it's just me and the slots for a bit. I'm hoping if I win decently enough, I can make up for the phone calls in addition to keeping us fed and housed. I'd try my cards to see what's happened to Ivan, but I've had a bit of a headache since the last time I tried reading. Hey, what do you know? I just won the grand jack pot!!!!! It's like $500,000! Claude was right, slots are fun! Claude's still not back from trying to make that call. Maybe I'll get a beer and celebrate a little until he returns...