While bizarre events have entirely surrounded the preceding weeks of my life, today weirdness of the highest order transpired. Last night was, once again, eventful -- it just wasn't too pretty, and I think it's best to just not go there. Anyway, at noon I took a walk, occasionally sat, smoked & wondered, then went to the bakery. Afterwards, I took a little detour to a bench at the station, rolled another cig, and headed home. As I went around the station's corner, a lonesome poker card lying face-down on the sidewalk caught my eye -- only hours before and two stone throws away, someone I hold in very high esteem had been...coquetting with a certain variant of poker, let's just say. Being the ever curious and not afraid to dig in the dirt guy I am, I picked the card up, and in the instant before I turned it over thought to myself: "Queen of hearts, eh?"

And sure enough, so it was.

Coincidence?

"God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh" --Voltaire

PS: "laughs" phonetical cousin certainly would fit this story just as well, though. And great catch, cass! Sorry that lately, I'm only blabbering off-topic...