And I thought: If the poker games were that easy to set up, I should come up with other ideas. Because now that I had a taste for making money, I—well, I had a taste for making money. I’m not a jock like JonPaul and Daniel the hockey prodigy, I don’t fart rainbows like my parents seem to think Sarah does, and other than the lying thing, I’m pretty low-maintenance. I think it’s easy to overlook a guy like me; I could be taken for granted. Being self-sufficient doesn’t really call attention to itself. I get along with my dad, but we don’t have a lot in common. And actually, I have never truly figured out what my dad does for a living. I know he’s the vice president of long-range strategic planning for an investment firm, but I don’t really know what that means. He tried to explain once, but when he threw out the term theoretical precepts, he lost me. But maybe we did have something in common: we were both businessmen.
