in a way I've never felt bad before. We had a poker game last night, at Scott's, with the usual suspects. Scott, Dave, Bugs, Matt, Wally, Dawg, and me. We played the normal games, 3-35-57, Wildnest, Jacks-Trips, etc. Normally we play 'til about midnight and go home. Last night, it went til about 3:30, and we had two taxis who eventually found the place, cause no one was in any shape to drive, and we were smart enough to know it. I slept on the couch. But, the bad thing is, I counted my winnings this morning, and, in a game of quarters, I won $244. I feel terrible. Not that most guys couldn't afford it, (except Bugs), but I can remember bluffing my way to most of my wins, and that doesn't seem fair against a bunch of drunks, but that's what happened. Not sure why I feel bad, or what I'm gonna do, but it just feels wrong. I DIDN'T CHEAT, but, I took advantage of the situation. Whatever, it just doesn't feel right....