Anchors Away, my boys, Anchors Aweigh. Farewell to foreign shores, We sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay...

9 years ago, a young boy who went by the name "Andy Kubas" (prounounced koo-BISS) made a promise to his grandmother:

"Grandma, when I'm 18 I'm going to take you out to the casino."

If you will, fast forward nine years, a few deaths, and an awful battle with cancer. Somehow, we've managed to both live these last 9 years...and thus I had to live up to my half of the deal.

So yesterday my Grandmother was "showing me the ropes" of the casino. I reached into my pocket...pulled out one George Washington (in bill form) and bet away. What happened next was similar to this blog. The $1 suddenly turned into $6...and then the $6 went to $14...$14 to $40...$40 to $56...and before I knew it the $56 turned into $70! (I don't know how that correlates with the blog) I had to brag about that. What's even more impressive yet...all that dinero came from the slots. (If Brian Agre reads this...you'll never guess who was playing blackjack: LEE ALTO. I called it!!!!!!!)

In other news:

I'm now officially registered for the draft.

So this is the number I'll be looking for in the event a draft is needed. At least, I THINK this is the number--it might be my Social Security number...they were a little unclear about that. Don't you feel so safe knowing the potential future of your country may be in my hands?