How I Got Here

I woke up eager. Eager to see what flops the day had in store, and what new lines they'd present the opportunity for me to try. Eager to put familiar faces in unfamiliar situations, watching them fight through logic, emotion and ego simultaneously. I didn't mind the exchange of glances and whispers after one of my many experiments gone wrong, at least fear wasn't something I had to combat. But maybe it should have been. If I hadn't been tracking my results, I wouldn't even know if I won or lost most days. I was home just being around others that found challenge and excitement from the game.

Through a sequence of events I'm still processing, I'm somewhere else now. Somewhere where the lighting is orange, dim. The felt is worn where thousands of flops have laid before. The mold and humidity doesn't seem to bother anyone here. Time moves slowly.

— Seat 4