It was late in the day and it had been a reasonable card, but somehow they had gotten past him and I could tell that he had bet too much trying to get out.he walked past me, not knowing where he was.
I watched him.
he walked right into the women's crapper.
they screamed and he came running out.
it was what he needed.
it pulled him out and he caught the winner of the next race.
but I would not advise this system to all losers.
there are laughs and there is sadness.
there is an old boy who walked up to me one time.
Bukowski," he said very seriously, "I want to beat the horses before I die." his hair is white, totally white, teeth gone, and I could see myself there in 15 or 20 years, if I make it.
I like the six horse," he told me.
luck," I told him.
he'd picked a stiff, as usual.
an odds-on favorite that had only won one race in 15 starts that year.
the public handicappers had the horse on top too.
