We’re talking a major network here.”“Television?”“And who knows where it will lead—books, movies, you name it.”“Since when did a poet ...ever make it to the big screen?”“The industry is turning in that direction. You may be the first. Already spoken word television shows are in production. The question I have for you is: will you be the next great poet? The next Langston Hughes, the next Yusef Komunyakaa, the next Amiri Baraka—or will you settle for being a down- and-out illiterate slam poet. "Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring..."except for me and I was getting more and more pissed as I went from room to room looking for what should have been there. There should have been a wife and three children in the house, but they weren't.I had been away from home working on a project that was in trouble. We had a hard target deadline and a contract that called for sanctions if the job wasn't finished on time. We were behind and I had been. Even though I was basically being ****d, I didn't want to wake up my parents. I didn't think that I could deal with them finding me like this in any situation.His dick felt huge! I don't think he had moved forward at all, but it still felt like it was stretching me wide open. It really didn't seem to hurt that much though which I later found out was due to the fact that he had used almost half the bottle of lube all over my ass combined with the position that I was in opening me up perfectly. .. I imagine you play chess as well as you play poker." Not quite as good, but good enough." How about bridge?" Nope. I think my parents play, on occasion." A lot of our life is like chess, John. We make a move, thinking where we want to go. Then someone else makes a move, we reevaluate, and move again." Ok," I responded, wondering where this was going and why he wanted to say this to me away from everyone else."Bridge has only one similarity to poker. You wager, or bid, that you can win..