And poker player. Knowing what's real and what's fake, knowing when to give a pat on the back or a kick in the ass. Knowing when it's pain or laziness. Knowing when they've got your flush beat or they want you to think they've got your flush beat. Knowing when to play your cards and when to play the player. While Sampon was driving everyone up the wall, I was driving him up the wall. When you geniuses didn't have a clue what was up with BC, I nailed it by calling his drug problem, which he subsequently admitted. And I also completely manipulated him into digging his own grave. And Philby ...was Philby. Matador and bull. And you don't see me spitting blood through my nose, do you?
It's called reading people Ace. You see something you don't like and charge headfirst at it. I stand back and throw darts. You swing a club and hope to hit, I wave the cape, stab, and know I've hit. Know your enemy, you'll beat your enemy. Hate your enemy, you become your enemy. If you don't believe me, ask Sun Tzu.
Jesus H. Christ! You did? You mean when I had my back surgery and admitted I was in a great deal of pain for about 3 weeks? That was my admission? bwahahahahaha