Saw Ricky Jay and His 52 Assistants last night at the Geffen. Just see it. It’s worth whatever groveling you need to do to procure yourself a ticket- if only to people watch in the audience. Watching Ricky deal poker hands from a stacked deck is a mystical experience.
I wish I could start my life over again and be a card sharp. Maybe because my daddy was a gambling man before he went crooked and took his talents to Wall Street. Sadly, I have to count on my fingers to add the tip to a check. And I suck at cards. But I’m proud to say that I do appear in a deck of cards (Annie Sprinkle’s Post-Modern Pin-Up Pleasure Activist Playing Cards).