Saturday, April 02, 2005
Exit Interview
I watched the DVD of High Roller, the "true story of the rise and fall of poker legend Stu 'The Kid' Ungar".Gambling is not one of the ways I chuck dosh down the drain, but that's not to say I haven't woven myself sundry handbaskets over the years in which to meet Old Nick.
Speaking of which,
- I could have done with AB riding shotgun when I took David Spanier on his UK launch tour for Total Poker. I tell you, the poker faces get scarier once north of Hadrian' Wall.
What interested me was that it's told in flashbacks, always returning to a seedy hotel room where an even seedier Ungar is being grilled in genial fashion by cigar-smoking swell. At the end, the dapper inquisitor opens the door and ushers Stu out to meet his maker and the credits come up explaining that he'd been found dead in exactly that sort of hotel, victim of a heart attack after years of abusing his body.
It set me wondering who'd talk *me* thru the Pearly Gates?
I think not. I rather suspect - hope - that à la "All That Jazz" it'll be some lady love, talking me thru past peccadillos. Ugh.
That or my Dad. Double ugh.
I really hope and pray that there isn't a gallery up there with all the good guys peering down and comparing notes on the idiotic pranks I get up to.
: 8:55 pm