I've been told I'm growing dark and brooding. It's probably due to the sharp contrast of stormy weather and sunny sprees characteristic of both the Philly area and the Black Forest in Germany.
In high school I once played upwards of 5,000 hands of blackjack to determine with probabilistic incertitude that something may or may not have been true. It was then that I learned the power of the words "I'll stay" as opposed to "Peace brah" as well as card counting - in one of its most basic forms. The former is the important part of the message.
The basic premise was probably devised by a 1st grader being taught sums with big numbers (10+11). Look! 21 looks like I'm counting backwards from 2.
Or maybe it was a second grader who realized that having 3 groups of 7 cats would yield the same total as 7 stacks of 3 cookies.
Or (and here is where we skip a couple years of useless education focused on things like Geography - just in case someone discovered a new route to the Indies) maybe it was a 5th grader being taught about primes.
I realize that I'm leaving out the possibility of a religious man focusing on the holy trinity that 3 is and the idea of a 7th heaven as made popular by a group of Brothers with a warning sign.
Perhaps a strapping young man learning the mathematical background of computer sciences combined his knowledge of proofs with the RSA breaking code algorithm. Visualizing Euler and the Chinese Remainder theory in the same mouthful as a piece of spicy tuna is crammed down his gullet he screamed Eureka!
Then again that man who rides the bicycle on the back of cards probably had an R&D team looking for uses of laminated cards that didn't involve slicing bananas at a distance or performing at a low rent version of Gob's (with his sidekick Franklin of course) THE MAGIC Show.
Maybe it was a lonely farmer in the middle of Indiana yelling angrily at his parents that no matter how hard he tried the Chicken was always getting dinner.
All the while the rain is pouring but and I'm shaking my lucky snake eyes hoping for a warm table.
Who's looking for a whale?
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