Fast Jack's calculator gets passed around during Geometry and he pays
out at lunch. He got his leather jacket without mowing any lawns, but
he's after the romance: Frankie in a tux, raising to a cool mil
between sips of neat. He can't keep this secret, nor share it.
"Hey!" It's Robson. "Your video poker's crooked!" Robson never got a
PIN, but he has ways.
"You can check the program." Fast Jack's wasting his breath.
"I lost ten hands straight. Tell me that's fair."
Fast Jack has a letterman's jacket, too. He thinks about variance,
runs like a hot Nevada wind.
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(3) Sat Jan 29 2005 21:37 PST Anacrusish #2:
First draft of Ultra Gleeper paper is done. I also wrote another Anacrusis type story. This one tells the story of one of crummy.com's most enduring minor characters,
Fast Jack
under a Creative Commons License.