"It's not about the cards you're dealt. ~ But how you play your hand."
The old Asian leaned back on his stool and grinned as he dipped the white hot needle in a bowl of ink. It was just a little tattoo ~ An Ace of Spades up on my left shoulder. Each of us got one, and a dose of the old mans worldly insight at the same time. An old man. A shot of whiskey. A tattoo, and a few words of wisdom that none of us forgot.
"It's not about the cards you're dealt ~ but how you play your hand."