In the September issue, Aaron Burch describes the “Some Nights We Play Poker.” GET FAMOUS:

1. The house in which we collectively play poker: describe its neighborhood. What kinds of cars? People? Lawns? Architecture?

One of those abandoned houses out in the country. No on lives here, we just all meet here for poker. Some of the windows are broken, there is no lawn. It’s nice because we don’t have to pick up when we leave.

2. This piece seems like it could apply across the board, to any group of acquaintances and its social ebbs and flows. Let’s throw all that vagary aside for a minute. Put some names and personals to the “he’s” and “she’s.” We’re talking ages, occupations, kids, favored sexual positions, anything.

Can is just be a room of John Malkoviches?

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