It was cloudy under a setting sun, looking at the ground from the sky, Ram could see 10 small green tables, only one of them occupied. There were five people around the table, two were deep in thought, two were just there for support standing slightly behind one of the players, the last was waiting for orders.
At the table, there was the dark sunglasses toting wannabe, there was the dealer and there was one other he could not make out just yet. As he swooped down he noticed that the third person had the strongest position, chips towered high, with two blonde beauties behind him. A grin began to form on the man with the posse, he knows he has won. During the final moments of the dream a beam of light flickered over the face of the last man, It was Matthew Neate...
The two unlikely compadres met at University when Ram was attending a lecture on astrophysics, and by attending I mean he just walked into university and stumbled on a course that piqued his interest because no one should ever pay to go to university. Anywho, what sparked Ram to pay attention to Matthew was how confident and infinitely happy he was talking about math. This complete love and surety of math confounded Ram, he had found someone who knew exactly what they wanted to do in life.
It just so happened that Matthew would only need a small nudging to push him onto the perfect path that Ram had visioned in his dreams. You see, despite Matthew being really very happy with the maths he delved in, the problem was he was very lonely and wished he was as popular as Ram.
Ram met Matthew in a quiet hipster bar to explain his 'theory'. The idea behind choosing the hipster bar is that most of the patrons were pretending to be stoned and listening to themselves speak which made them much to busy to pay attention to what was being said in the booth beside them.
'Hey algebrother, whats the hizzyhap?' Ram asked.
'Well, good, bit bored though to be honest. Although I do wonder why you've brought me to this place.' said Matthew.
'Without going into the nth degree of detail, I have something very important to speak to you about and I don't want anyone else to hear. These folk are busy pretending to have puffed on Green's theorem (told you) and speaking about their wacky ideas to listen in to our conversation. So before you start theorizing on the irrationality of the square root of 2, I would appreciate it if you would postulate on the following wisdom I am about to grant you!' Ram rambled.
Ram didn't really have to ask Matthew to listen closely, they had been friends for quite a while now and Matthew knew there was something interesting about Ram. He knew Ram had some special skill that allowed him insight into peoples lives but he just presumed he had some Sherlock Holmes-like deduction skills. He also trusted Ram completely.
- No reply from Matthew - He was definitely listening then. Good.
'Alright. Euler' going to enjoy this. so here's the deal, I know how you can have everything you've ever dreamed of. Poker. I've seen it Matthew, you don't know it yet, but you could be a Poker champion. You could have your Pi and eat it too. I can't explain how I know, nor can I show you what I've seen, all I can do is explain what I've seen and you will have to do the rest'. Ram went on to explain the vision he witnessed and how he had signed Matthew up to a local poker tournament scheduled for that afternoon. It took some convincing, but Matthew eventually agreed given the past miracles he had seen from Ram.
The tournament ran for three hours and of course ended with Matthew the victor. He was beaming, the vibe was ecstatic, no one had seen someone wipe the competition clean so quickly. Ram was happy too of course, his vision had produced more solid results, but something didnt feel right..
The next day Matthew, still exalted by his win, had no hesitation about his poker 'powers' so strolled down to the bank and got a personal loan for 50 G's. much more than he could ever afford to pay back. He continued his swagger to the Casino. He bounced right up to the high rollers table. He received deuce aces on his first hand. He went all in. He fucked up. He got beaten by three twos on the river. He couldn't speak.
Ram didn't hear from Matthew for a week an when he did, it wasn't good. The dickhead thought he had some kind of poker superpowers. All the mathematical equations in the world couldn't save someones blind wish that he was special. Now Matthew was being chased by money lenders, hated Ram intensely and proclaimed that it was Ram who had ruined his life.
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