i have a black amex
does that count?
So the story goes, shortly into college my "first cut is the deepest" and I parted ways. during the hazy aftermath I found myself in the parking lot of a best buy; hopelessly morose to moving after I opened my car door. Looking down, I found a playing card and picked it up. I'll pass on conveying what that card represented for me but, suffice it to say, I refer to my 20's as "the dark years". That jack of diamonds stayed with me until this year. Almost prophetically, when the fiance and I were moving into this house, the electrician had to cut away a huge chunk of wall by the fuse box (city code or something..) and exposed some of the inner wall in the basement. I was checking it out one day and noticed a playing card sticking out from behind the exposed wall. With amused disbelief I turned it over to reveal a jack of diamonds. Of all the cards, no shit.
I was going to tell this story at my wedding reception. I'm not one to fall for omens, fate or shit like that but I will admit that I was a little taken. However, a month before the wedding I washed my wallet which carried both cards. I've managed to keep from doing this for 15+ years. I was a pretty upset that my prophetic totems were gone; however, I came to think that maybe, just maybe, those jacks of diamonds were not about an affirmation of my marriage but, rather, a fruition of my own emotional self - a beginning and ending to the dark twenties.
true story.
(This post has been significantly more interesting than the race card banter of this thread. Carry on)