The Painted Quench Small Town Tournament

In the text i told Lorenzo "Invite every one possible, just text the whole crew and more people". Turned out that only 5 people of which he texted actually made it. And as the years before it was the original 5 people plus my neighbor Ryan. Me and Ryan see eachother as two cool dudes living in the same condominium complex with the same agendas. We just never had the time to hang out, because all our interaction was in passing. And you know you have those people in your life where your whole universe between that person is either hi, bye, or yeah we'll definetely hang out sometime.....

but you never do.

Well Ryan ended up taking all the money, from the poker game. Simon came on Simon time, Jwat brought his rendition of a Pound Cake, Sweet Brought his glasses, Lorenzo brought the poker set, Paolo sneakily photographed the event, and i cleaned out my garage.

Imagine a light bulb shattering, cracking, disappearing into shards of broken glass.

Now imagine that happening backwards. everything coming together perfectly.

That was the moment of the poker game. and when we played the smashed light turned on.

I had no clue that sunday was going to be available for me whatsoever. I might has well have been working. but thats not what the universe intended, was it now?

and that only the original 5 people were to show up and not break the tradition. People are always saying that things happen for a reason. what things? and whats the reason? The two units of The Painted Quench are discovering the reason, in the little things in life. Like saying hi, bye or yes we'll hang out tonight.

-TPQ