The turn hits and you’re still four cards to flush. Pot committed since the flop, you have no choice but to push the rest of your chips to the center of the table on the slim chance your suited 8Q pays off against the aces you know he’s holding. The river comes and the two of clubs officially puts the last nail in your coffin. What do you do? You bust our your wallet or your car keys and you start putting your mouth where your money is. You might end up walking home or picking up that old paper route again, but you have to try. The Bullsh*t Artist isn’t going to help you clean out John Malkovich, but it will teach you to bullshit with the best of them using a combination confidence, cunning and a generally ability to talk out of your ass.