The first time I took cards seriously, if my memory serves me right was in my freshman year in High School. Cards bring out the best memories of my childhood. Everytime there's a death in the family, we the kids would often play cards. Laughing our heads out like there wasn't any mourning the house. Those were the best days of my life and probably the very few rare moments I was with all of my cousins.
So, when I saw my schoolmates playing cards...I can't help but join. Though their game was quite different. Most of them were wearing sandos already, others were sockless. As I approached them, I realized they we're playing strip poker. From them on, because of the consequences of losing, I strived to win, if not learn to fold.
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