Roll the dice. If you prefer, flip a coin. Fifty/fifty, heads or tails isn’t everyone’s idea of a gamble. No, you need odds. The longer the better. You need that big score. Twelve round impressions on two cubes barely bigger than the molars in your head. Roll ’em, fling ’em, drop ’em; whatever feels right. Lady Luck is a cruel mistress on the best of nights. Shake those bones in your hand. Blow on ’em; let the blonde (there’s always a blonde) behind you give ’em a kiss. Send ’em flying against the edge of the table or off the nearest wall. Ain’t no one here to judge you pal. Stack those chips, unfold those singles; let it ride, let it ride. This is your life. This is life. A game of chance. Everything’s a game when you’re winning. It’s only serious business when you’re in the whole. Takes more than a jack and spade to dig your way out again. Dice and cards go hand and hand. Dice are all about the odds; cards are all about figuring out how to play what’s been dealt. Life deals every body a hand. The lucky one’s get the full houses – literally, cars, a bunch of crap for the kids, high end appliances that don’t break down every other Tuesday. You got the richie riches with their Royal Flushes living like kings minus all those middle age problems like black plague or being dragged into the streets to get beheaded by some upset peasants. Four of Kind, Three of a Kind, Two Pairs; the right people at the right time pulling each other up. Some of us get a bum hand. Better learn to bluff. Never let ’em know your next move. Keep ’em guessing. Poker faces ain’t just for poker. Roll the dice. Play your cards. Win if you can, lose if you must, but always bend the rules into your favor.