I bluffed.

The cards didn’t shuffle in my favor, ok?

I looked at my hand. It was an awful hand. For years, you know what I did? I folded. I gotta fold.

But I folded all night. All those sad years. What’s the point?

I have 10 bucks left.

I could just go all in.

Fuck it.

All in.

The people look shocked. They’re sobbing. The wet tears are soaking my damn cards.

Do you really need to cry? It’s a game of poker, for christs’ sake.

Fold.

Fold.

Fold.

What’s gotten into you, you crazy motherfucker!, they say.

But, I was just bluffing, you know.

I’m sick of folding.

Lots of people do it nowadays.

And that’s how I thought about it when I went careening off the bluff.