That Time I Accidentally Played Poker With The Lakers
A delightful Malibu mishap
The year is 2012 and we’re arriving at my great-uncle Seymour’s house for his 90th birthday party. It’s a sultry July day as we pull up on the Malibu street in a confusing rental car.
“Yes… I’m saying that I literally can’t figure out how to remove the key from the ignition,” explains my dad tenderly after a couple minutes o…
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