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Bearnt! posted:Do you have cousins who live the lifestyle you do to a certain degree or do Uncle Frank and Mike only have daughters? Do you have any siblings? If so what are their thoughts and/or your girl cousin(s) thoughts on all this hustlin'? Just interested to hear a female perspective on it from inside your family. Can any of the women play or do they just think you're all ridiculous? I was the only cousin who went into this lifestyle. Franks Daughter does some type of psychologist work with law enforcement. Uncle Mike doesn't have any kids, my Uncle Bill who shoots pool too has 2 kids 1 boy and 1 girl. His son is a golf pro in Mississippi at some famous golf course and his daughter married an egg farmer and they sell eggs. My dad has a twin brother and he has 2 sons. One is a philosophy/religion professor and the other is a rapper/stand up comedian/ music producer/comedy writer for a couple of weird tv shows that are on right now and he has his hands in a million other things too like he translates Japanese movie scripts for American people who are interested in purchasing them. I have no siblings my parents didn't have enough time to raise me let alone another kid so they only had one. That was the reason they gave me when I asked why they didn't have more kids. Most of my family has no problem with what the lifestyle I live. My parents and my dads twin brother really hate it because of their religious beliefs but they have toned down the hate the past few years after seeing I am able to provide for myself since I was 18. I think my parents kept thinking I was gonna go broke and come back to them for money or something but I have always had a good job that barring a few instances I have really excelled at. Franks Daughter hangs out with my girlfriend a lot because they went to school together and she has no problem with the lifestyle. She actually taught me a lot about how to pay my taxes legally so I won't get screwed if I ever get audited. None of the women play pool and I don't interact much with them so I have no clue what they think about me except frank's daughter. Lot 49 posted:In the same vein, have there been any times you hustled someone pretty hard and then felt bad about it? I am sitting here trying to jog my memory about a time I felt bad and I can't seem to remember any one specific instance. Most of the people I hustle I don't really have any type of personal relationship with so after we are done gambling I don't see the repercussion that follows. I just move on and forget. It's kind of the same way with my job I repo a persons car and then most of the time don't ever hear from them again. I can tell you about the time I watched a guy gamble everything dime to his name and the downward spiral after that game that ended him in jail and I don't feel bad for him but I do feel bad for his family. His name is Tito and he is a big motherfucker and thats the only way to describe him. He kind of looks like Big Pun and I use to shoot pool with him sometimes but not a lot. He has 5 kids with this girl and they lived in this 3 bedroom house that he owned that was a poo poo hole. Tito was the guy that could get you anything from coke, to hookers, to any kind of drug you wanted Tito could get it. He was a true hustler he never had a job and lived by making money on the street however he could. He use to sell t-shirts that him and his buddy made outside the old Browns stadium during the tailgating, he did whatever he could to make money. According to Tito went on a spree where he was the middle man for a couple of major coke deals somewhere around town, he said he had 50k and was looking for a big poker game. This rich guy name Lazlo (who has some great stories of his own) that use to own this really big house about an 1 hour outside of Cleveland and he only had high stakes games there. He didn't even live in the house he just had big poker games there and he would hire strippers to bring you drinks or food, he had paid dealers that you would tip and he also had these working slot machines all around the room and a craps table if you ever wanted to throw some dice. If you would put money in a slot machine and win he would pay you out of his own pocket. I knew him through my poker friends and he went to the WSOP the same year I did. Tito called a friend of mine looking for a game bigger then 2/5 and he let him know about the Lazlo's game. He ran a 10/20 NLHE/PLO game with a 2k min buy in and no max buy in game every Friday night that I only ever played in 3 times when I would be running hot and have a pocket full of money. There are no hit and runs at this game if you sit down to play you play until you are out of money or until the game ends at 4am or 5am if you try to hit and run it's not a pretty sight. This game was in my opinion the best poker players in the Cleveland area they ate people like me for breakfast and I never had a winning session there. So my buddy calls Lazlo and ask him if he has a game going Friday that this Tito guy can show up with 50k and Lazlo says sure bring him buy but my buddy has to be there with him to kind of vouch for the guy so nothing hosed up can happen. My buddy can't go and asks me if I can take Tito and vouch for him. I wasn't comfortable with the idea so I called Lazlo and let him know who the guy was and were he got his money. I told him I wasn't comfortable vouching for him because I don't know him that well but I will bring him to the game. He understood and said just bring him as long as he has this type of money no one will be on the hook for him. So I meet up with Tito at the bar before we drive out there and I let him know the ins and outs of the place. The rules and so forth, show respect to the host just simple poo poo like that and I also ask Tito if he is really ready to gamble with this type of money. He gets kind of offended and says he can handle it and I let him know that these guys don't gently caress around they will take all your money in a heartbeat. I told him a couple of stories about other people who have gone there and went broke. Tito is not hearing any of this he is determined that he can beat these guys in poker and basically tells me to stay the gently caress out of his buisness. I am not really friends with Tito so what do I care and he follows me out to this guys house. We get there and as soon as we walk in we are greeted as usual by these super loving hot strippers who are wearing these short skirts and bikini tops. Lazlo is standing in the kitchen handing out these huge Cigars to the other players standing around. There is a bar right when you walk in and he has a girl making drinks for everyone. It's like a gamblers dream with booze, women, cigars and whatever else you want Lazlo will get. We stand around and talk for awhile I know most of the poker players which include this guy who use to be really high up at PricewaterhouseCoopers and a couple of other really rich guys that I don't know how they got their money I just know money is not issue with them. All the players walk down into the basement to begin the poker game and I stay upstairs watching tv and getting high with the strippers. After about 2 hours of just hanging out, Lazlo comes upstairs and lets me know I can take off anytime I want that this guy is cool. This stripper had been chatting my ear off the whole time and I actually thought I would have a chance of maybe scoring with her so I told Laz I was gonna stick around for awhile he said no problem. To be honest I don't remember how much time passed but after awhile one of the guys busts out and he walks up stairs and we start talking. He ask me who that Tito guy is and I let him know how I know him but I am not sure how he got his money. He says he can tell Tito isn't use to gambling for this amount of money because he is playing really scared and it looked like he was going to have a heart attack after he was all in once. I asked the guy how much Tito bought in for and he said 50k and my jaw dropped to the floor. He bought in for the whole amount and was going for broke. I walked downstairs to watch the game for awhile and Tito had the biggest stack around 75k and there was no one over 30k. I decided I was going to watch this game until it ended because I was fascinated I hadn't seen this money on table except in Vegas. So Lazlo tells me Tito is playing pretty good poker but his nerves are shot and he can tell Tito is going to crack under the pressure. I watch the game for an hour and Tito probably released a gallon of sweat because his hole tshirt was soaked near the arms and back and it was pretty gross but he was holding his own at the table then this hand happens. I don't remember the particulars of the hand except on the flop Tito bet 10k and another guy pushed all in for around 30k and Tito insta called. They flipped their cards and Tito had a set of 7's and the other guy had pocket 8's. The river was an 8 and Tito lost almost half his stack and about poo poo his pants too. I could really tell this was taking a toll on him so I talked to Laz and asked him if he left now would it be an issue and Laz had no problem with it. So I tell Tito to take a break and smoke a joint with me upstairs he gets up there and I let him know he can leave anytime he wants but he says gently caress that he is not leaving until he is up money. After we smoked the joint he seemed okay and went back downstairs. He had about 40k in front of him and was ready to gut it out for the long haul. I finally convince this stripper to come to my house after this is all over and right after that I pass out on the couch. I awake to craziest sound I have ever heard in my life. All I kept hearing was really long drawn out high pitched NO NO NO NO NO NO. I think it's some type of weird alarm at first but then I realize it's a person saying it. I run downstairs and I see Tito pacing back and forth tears streaming down his face and saying no over and over again. It was tense as gently caress and they stopped playing the game thinking Tito was gonna freak out and go crazy. I asked what happened and Laz said Tito had flopped a flush and a guy had 2 pair and hit a card on the turn to give him a boat and take all of Tito's money. I asked Tito if he was alright and stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me and said "You have no clue how royally hosed I am right now." I told Tito it was probably wise for him to calm down and go home he said he can't go home now. I had no clue what he was talking about I just wanted him to leave so he didn't kill anyone. The next morning I awake to my buddy who originally told me about the game banging on my door. I let him in and he asks me if I know what happened to Tito. I tell him that he lost 50k in that game but he left after that. Tito was drunk and in a crazy state of mind and on his way home he tried to rob a Denny's yes I said a Denny's. I don't know how much he thought he was going to get but he didn't even make it out of the parking lot before the police showed up. He beat the poo poo out of a cop and it took a couple of shots from a stun gun to drop him before they finally had him in cuffs. Come to find out Tito had taken a home equity loan and was going to use that money to fix up the house and sell it so they could move into something bigger but somehow he was able to turn that into cash and he gambled it all away. Tito went to jail for awhile I am not sure how long but I haven't seen or heard from him since. I feel really bad for his kids and wife but I have no clue what ever happened to them.
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Since I have some extra time today at work I will tell a quick story about the life of Lazlo from the last story. Lazlo is not his real name in fact I never knew his real name until he gave me a sweet set of golf clubs a few years ago and it had his real name on them. Laz is an overweight guy who always wears jeans with no belt so you can always see his butt crack and its become a running joke with him but he didn't give a poo poo he was rich. No one ever knew how he got his money he just always had it. The first time I met him at a poker game he pulled up in this amazing dodge viper with BIGSLK as the plate. He was an awful poker player but he had so much money he would just basically keep buying in until he hit a streak of cards. His pockets were never empty he always had money. We went to the WSOP and he asked if he could come along with us and stay in one of the rooms if we had an extra bed. I had booked 4 rooms on my Credit Card and had an empty room so I gave I let him use it. We get to the hotel and while I am checking in Laz comes over and plops his credit card down and pays for all the rooms for everyone. He looks at me and says thanks for being nice I want to return the favor. So he was a rich guy who had no problem sharing his wealth with others. I didn't see him the rest of the week I was there except one time we saw each other in the elevator and I asked how he was doing. He said he had lost 20k so far and was getting his stuff out of the room because they gave him a nice suite and he had to wait for more money to be transferred to the casino so he could gamble with it. He said he would have a party later that night and invite us up to the suite. I didn't see him again until after we got back from Vegas and he said he lost close 30k but he got offered a free suite anytime he goes and they would pick him up in a jet. I was jealous as gently caress of this guy but at the same time he was really cool and down to earth and had no problem spreading the wealth. So one day we are all sitting around playing poker talking about how we don't know much about Lazlo. A couple had heard he got his money from real estate in Florida, another heard he ripped of a guy in huge coke deal in Miami and that he changed his name. One of the guys in the poker group knew his real name and googled it. They figured out he had won 1.7 million dollars in a sexual harassment lawsuit against the company he use to work for. The guy that was his boos use to tell him that he was going to make him suck his dick all the time and when Laz tried to transfer out of there he was repeatedly turned down even after he made the complaint the company did nothing except fir Laz. So he won the lawsuit and thats how he got rich. Lazlo use to own the house outside of Cleveland and he also rented out this penthouse that overlooked downtown Cleveland where he lived. So one day a couple of guys get Laz drunk and they get him to spill his guts about his money. I guess he took half of the money he won and bought real estate in Florida and made a poo poo ton of money off of that so thats how he became rich. So about 3 years ago I start hearing from some other poker players that Laz is in trouble with the IRS and he was asking for advice. I guess all the money he made was handled through and accountant and the guy never paid Laz's taxes and he owed them a lot of back taxes on all those real estate deals. With the penalties and fines it put Laz in the poorhouse. He had to sell his house, his 4 cars which where the dodge viper, some type of Cadillac suv, a decked out Range Rover and this sweet rear end Harley that looked like the bike from X-men that Wolverine would ride on. He also had no place to live because in order to not go to jail it took all of his money that he had to pay the IRS back. He had to move in with his ex wife and he had to get a job. As long as I knew him he never had a job but now here was a bus driver for a local school and on the weekends in the summer he cooked sausages for a local butcher. I saw him last year at the butcher and I was surprised but he was in great spirits and he was glad that he didn't go to jail and he didn't mind the work he said it got kind of boring when he didn't have a job and he would just go and spend money on stupid poo poo. So the lesson learned is pay your taxes kids or the government will get you.
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I just imagine that your life is full of characters like this guy, and they're all pretty fascinating.jase1 posted:So the lesson learned is pay your taxes kids or the government will get you. Wesley Snipes learned this the hard way.
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What about the accountant? Why didn't he go after him? My guess is that Lazlo isn't well versed in law and he gets shat on while the accountant gets off scott free to do it to someone else.
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Spiffo posted:I imagine that if the mark has an ego, letting them win will puff it up more than barely beating them and they'll probably be more willing to put up money if they think they're going to win again. I'm willing to admit I've lost money because the hustler allowed me a win and some close games early on. I also find guys that talk a lot and are overly friendly tend to walk away with more money then they should in pool halls. Thats just my experience though, YMMV.
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I read the entire thread! Drinking beer while reading, very entertaining, thank again! Some things pop out as clearly something that should have been avoided. For example Jessica. You really just hooked up with some chick that did coke and who was willing to admit it up front? "oh just get me coke and you get sex lolz" Then you let her into your home, unsupervised with her cokehead freinds, with cash layin around? A coke head, a female coke head? How is that like not a rule now to avoid coke heads regardless of sex?
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These are all awesome.
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Amalek posted:I read the entire thread! I'm sure he'll take your post to heart and consider your sage advice when he next encounters someone who does drugs thank you. Keep the stories coming OP, and continue to ignore the advice.
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Amalek posted:I read the entire thread! Reading on my phone and getting excited about possible jase1 updates. Get to your post and some things could clearly have been avoided. For example, drunk posting. And admitting to it. You really drink beer and then decide to post? "lolz let me drunk post and brag about it for epeen". Then you unleash a shitpost, bashing on an awesome thread, with your cheetos stained fingers spraying dust everywher, wheezing heavily as you unsheath your pockmarked chrome wit? A drunk post? how is that not a rule now to not drunk post?
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Posting from my phone waiting for Cirque Du Soliel to start so it won't be a story but to answer the other posters question I was a basically addicted to coke for those couple of weeks. When you are on coke you obviously aren't thinking clearly at that time all I cared about was coke and pussy and I paid the price so lesson learned. My Uncle gave me a lot of talks when I was younger about things to avoid and how to handle situations but I got lured in by a crazy coke addicted hot chick and all the talks and lectured went out the window. I am not proud of how I acted but at the same time if she had not stolen the money from me who knows what crazy things would have happened from there. I most likely would have lost my job, overdosed, blew all my money, or dead so I consider it a very expensive lesson.
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Amalek posted:I read the entire thread! You sound kind of young. Once you turn 30 you probably will have some stories about coke-head girls that you've been with. Maybe not to the point of letting them run wild in your house while your passed out in a party, but probably pretty close. Most really really hot girls are into something - whether it be coke or something else I won't say, but girl's are just as hosed as the rest of us and most of the time it's easier for them to get into it.
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Great stories. The pool stuff got a little repetitive, but those poker stories are like taken out of movies.
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Jastiger posted:What about the accountant? Why didn't he go after him? I never asked that question to Lazlo so I have no clue. Frank the Drunk was this guy that lived above the Cigar store I use to play poker with. He loved Glenlivet scotch, he loved it so much he kept bringing bottles to the game and at one point he had about 12 bottles of stored there. I remember the Godfather telling he should take some of it home and he said he had about double of that at in his apartment. He would drink a lot and I mean a lot and smoke those really fat cigars and usually by about 3 am he would be sleeping in between hands and we would wake him up ever times it was his turn to act. No one really knew much about Frank he never talked about work, or family and if you asked him he just said he doesn't like to talk about himself. The biggest games we use to have were usually around winter time and I will never forget this night because I lost a $700 pot to Frank's J3 suited I remember being so pissed at the time because he called a ton of money preflop and he boated on the flop. So Frank as usual is about 7 or 8 glasses of Scotch in and he is falling asleep as usual. He goes to the bathroom and we can hear him vomiting and we are kind of goofing on him because we never heard him puke before. He finishes puking cleans him self up comes out of the bathroom cashes out and says he has to leave. We think nothing of it until about an hour later another guy goes into the bathroom and finds Franks wallet. Being the nosy assholes we are, we go through it and find a work I.D. for Continental Airlines. One of the guys looks at it and it looks like he is wearing one of those pilot hats in the I.D. We all start joking that he is pilot and when leaves here he goes and flies commercial planes drunk off his rear end. So about another hour later Frank calls the godfather and asks if he left his wallet there and can he come get it. Frank shows up in his pilot uniform and we all lose it laughing hysterically. He really was a pilot for Continental Airlines and a majority of the time he is leaving a game getting ready for work and he has to be drunk off his rear end flying planes to who knows where. I remember my buddy asking him "Are you loving drunk flying planes?" He just smirks and says no and walks out. My buddy looks at everyone in the rest of the room and says "gently caress Continental Airlines I am never flying them again."
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God this is the best thread, please don't ever run out of stories. Have you ever thought about writing a book about your life? I know I'd read it.
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internet celebrity posted:God this is the best thread, please don't ever run out of stories. Have you ever thought about writing a book about your life? I know I'd read it. Thanks again to everyone who enjoys this thread. Some of these stories I have never told anyone so it's really enjoyable to reminisce and then on top of it people actually enjoy them. I would probably never write a book because it's something that doesn't really interest me, I don't even really like to write I prefer to talk and tell the stories I think you can portray them better. I have said this before but I am currently speaking with some friends in L.A. about making a documentary on pool hustling. I just haven't had time to sit down with them and talk about funding and how we would do the project and things like that. Gambling and cameras don't usually mix because of the type of people who are in that lifestyle so it might be hard to get someone to allow themselves getting filmed while they are hustling. I know probably 5 or 6 different guys right now would be fascinating to speak to on camera but would never allow it because they have warrants out for their arrest or they just prefer their privacy and don't want people in their business. We all have heard that everyone has had their 15 minutes of fame. I have had it twice one doesn't involve gambling or hustling so it's not really relevant but the other one is about a robbery that took place 4 years ago. I have been in some really scary places in my life and in some really bad neighborhoods and on top of that I was gambling so I had a pocketful of money to go with it so I could easily be a target to get robbed. I have been robbed a few times in my life, I have had the poo poo kicked out of me and everything stolen from sometimes it was deserved and sometimes I was just in the wrong place and the wrong time. It's why I carry a gun, legally by the way, I have my CCW. I don't even like guns and have only shot them a few times in my life and I have never had to shoot mine at someone thankfully. I don't even know if I would have the balls to do it I just want to be able to protect myself in the situations that I could potentially get myself into. There was this young kid who use to hang around all the older poker players. He was 21 and was going to school to become a doctor. He was a wrestler in high school and he was pretty short and he had that cauliflower ear and we use to bust his balls so much that he earned the nickname "little fag" I know that word is offensive so I won't continue to use that in this story so we will just call him lf for short. He was annoying he reminds me of the old Looney Tune cartoon with the real big dog and then the little dog annoying the poo poo out of the big dog and lf was the the little annoying yap dog. He was cocky, annoying and had the typical Napoleon complex like a lot of short guys. I remember one of the first few times he sat at the poker table in the cigar store and we were in a hand he looked at me and said I have a tell on you. I told him I have heard that from a lot of people yet no one seems to know when I am bluffing. About 3 hands later I put a huge bluff on him for a $600 pot and when he folded on the river I showed my cards and asked how's knowing my tell working out for you? He was one of those guys who loved to poo poo talk but couldn't take it. It the poker group you have to have a thick skin it's pretty loving brutal and if you gently caress up or reveal something embarrassing about yourself the group never forgets. Lf becomes a regular in the group and we all basically watch him go through school to become a doctor. He has this really small studio apartment and decides to have a poker game. He invites me and tells me its going to be 2/5 game with plenty of action and a bunch of fish. It''s the first night he is having a poker game and I show up with 1k which will be 2 buy ins for me. I end up losing that night but really enjoy the action. Lf invites me back the next week but says he is not sure if he can get enough players but I say I will be there. I bet on horses usually twice a month and whenever I bet on horses I use my grandfathers birthday. it's this weird tradition that me and my uncle have and when we get to the track on every race if we can we bet my grandfathers birthday for a $2 trifecta and if it wins we spit the money. That night it hit and it was a long shot and it paid out over 2k. So we split it and I have I decide since I have some extra money in my pocket I am going to play a little lose and bring a couple of buy ins. I show up to Lfs game with $1500 in my pocket and I am ready to play cards. There are only 7 people here and I know 5 of them. At lf's place it's a very old apartment building that you have to be buzzed up and one of those old elevators that you have to pull the door shut from the top. When you get to the apartment there is a doorbell attached to the door but there isn't a peephole. Lf doesn't allow smoking in his apartment so if you want to smoke you have to go all the way outside. This one kid kept going outside for smokes and I remember one of my friends there said if he quit smoking his hands per hour would double. So the kid comes back in and he is just acting nervous, fidgeting with his phone, checking it every few minutes and overall giving off a weird vibe. Another couple of people pick up on this and when he goes out for another smoke lf says anyone weirded out by this guy and we all agree. A few minutes later the door bell rings and lf opens the door and in comes the kid with 2 dudes in ski masks and AK's yelling at us to get over against the wall. Now my jacket with my gun is under a chair behind me and I have thought about this and talked about this a million times and even if my gun was in my lap I don't think I would have used it, to small of a place and I was outgunned and really don't think it would have ended well. So they line us up against the wall search us take all our money, wallets, phones and any jewelery that people had on. They tell us to take our pants off and place in a garbage bag and then they tell us to go into the kitchen area and when we are all lined up they spray us in the face with pepper spray and take off. As soon as lf is able to regroup he goes next door and calls the cops and they show up within minutes and see 7 guys all standing there in their underwear and we are crying and bitching about the pepper spray. They interview us all and I drive home in my boxer shorts thankful I only got robbed and not shot but still pretty pissed off. I go the next morning to replace my phone because they took it and as soon as they give me the phone and I turn it on it's blowing up. I have 20 voicemails and my phone basically rings about once every 20 minutes with people trying to talk to me. I call one of the other guys that were there and they tell me that the detectives found our clothes last night in the garbage bag on the side of the highway. It takes a few days but the story finally gets out through word of mouth and the Plain dealer picks up on the story and wants to interview everyone involved. I decline to be interviewed because I am quite embarrassed by what happened but one of my other friends does the interview. The local news stations pick up the story after it runs in the plain dealer and I have no clue how but they figure out everyone that was robbed and start bugging us for interviews. I call the detective and let him know we are being asked to give interviews and he tells us it probably wont be a good idea to speak with him until they figure out who did it. My voicemail on my phone has calls from all 4 of the local news stations in town. I speak to the 5 guys that I know that were in the room with us at the time and we decide to go out and get a few drinks and talk about all this. We get there and we are all telling each other about the interviews we did with the detectives and we all had one thing in common and it was the one kid who was acting nervous, we all told the detectives about him because none of us knew him except for lf. LF said he met the guy at another poker game and became friendly with him and chatted him up and invited him he also gave the detectives all his info that he had. Some time goes by and everything dies down and then we find out that one of the robbers got pulled over and they found one of the phones that had been stolen on him. He broke down and confessed and ratted out the other people involved including the kid in the game with us who was acting like he knew nothing about it. The 2 robbers, the girl who drove the getaway car and the kid were all found guilty and are in jail. One of the guys that was in the room with us had just been robbed a few months that in another high stakes game so it was like deja vu for him it wasn't the same people that did that. There were seven guys who robbed that game for like 70k and they also got busted and are in jail. The guys only got 11k from our game but it was enough to send their asses to jail for a very long time. The whole year was surreal I was constantly being called for interviews which I refused I just don't want my personal info in the papers. My girlfriend and I went to my parents house one afternoon and the news stations were calling them trying to get an interview with me it was a pretty surreal and crazy time and glad it's over with and the assholes are in jail.
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jase1 posted:It's why I carry a gun, legally by the way, I have my CCW. I don't even like guns and have only shot them a few times in my life and I have never had to shoot mine at someone thankfully. I don't even know if I would have the balls to do it I just want to be able to protect myself in the situations that I could potentially get myself into. Have you tried to really psychologically prepare yourself for this? Either way just be careful; statistically a lot of people get shot with their own guns in confrontations like this. Not to say you shouldn't carry but as you probably know, the accepted wisdom in gun safety is to never point a gun at someone unless you're ready to use it, and there's a good reason for that. Of course with that said, I can respect that you're honest with yourself on this point. A lot of people just like to think they're tough and would never really ask themselves this question at all, I think. And maybe you can never know 100% until you've been there. (And yes, I do hate that I've become one of those guys in the thread who advises you on how to live a lifestyle I know nothing about. Sorry about that. At any rate it certainly sounds like you were right not to try and be a hero in that story; I'm certainly not criticizing how you handled it.)
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McNerd posted:Have you tried to really psychologically prepare yourself for this? Either way just be careful; statistically a lot of people get shot with their own guns in confrontations like this. Not to say you shouldn't carry but as you probably know, the accepted wisdom in gun safety is to never point a gun at someone unless you're ready to use it, and there's a good reason for that. The guy who was my instructed in the CCW class said the same thing. He actually asked us to evaluate our life and truly think about whether we could end a human life or not. I did it and I still have no loving clue. My ego says gently caress yeah I am a bad rear end I will kill anything that tries to harm me, but when I start to think about shooting someone and being responsible for the end of their life that is some really heavy poo poo and I don't know if I would want that burden. Like you said I don't think I will ever know 100% if I could do it until I am put in that situation and really I don't ever want to be put in that situation so hoepfully I never know if I can do it or not. I get what you are saying and I don't get pissed when people try to give me advice about my lifesytle, that's basically my whole life I still get poo poo from a few family members about carrying a gun but they are never coming out of an illegal gambling den at 4 in the morning on the east side of Cleveland so I don't think they know best. The next story I will tell will be about me playing in the WSOP and the crazy week that came with it. It will probably be about 4 or 5 stories by the time I get done with. This will be a mixture of pool hustling at the WSOP, poker, and just all around Vegas craziness.
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I don't want to derail, but Vegas gets mentioned a lot in this thread, so I thought people might be interested in this A/T thread: http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3316134 Guy works at one of those high-end hotel nightclubs and apparently helps visiting goons out with Vegas nightlife and poo poo.
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Local Resident posted:I don't want to derail, but Vegas gets mentioned a lot in this thread, so I thought people might be interested in this A/T thread: Seriously if you guys are going to Vegas and need anything he can help you. Especially if you are going to a club. He also has some great Vegas stories in that thread. I have talked to him a couple of times through email and he is a big help for Vegas.
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I think I may like your poker stories more than the pool ones. It's a good thing I never got involved with high stakes gambling because I'd end up like Tito. Although after reading this thread I started making a bunch of stupid bets on pool and am still sitting about even, just a touch ahead. Makes playing so much more fun though.
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I love your stories jase1, keep them coming! I would recommend practicing with your carry piece more, it is a complex tool and something you're trusting your life with. A stressful situation is not the time to try to remember how to operate it or figure out how to deal with a failure to fire. You can also train up muscle memory so you have proper form and a better chance of getting your shots on target without endangering those around you. Hopefully this doesn't sound preachy, because you sound like a level-headed guy and generally prepared and realistic. You've already shown a lot of maturity with your attitude about carrying, I'd just love to see it extend to your proficiency with it too 
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As someone who frequents underground poker games, you've really captured the characters, atmosphere, & lifestyle in your stories. I'm thoroughly enjoying this thread & anxiously awaiting the vegas/WSOP updates!
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I am going to change the name of the thread to this Ask me about hustling dummies at the pool table and GAMBLING! That way people don't think this thread is just for pool stories anymore. If anyone has anything more creative let me know and we can change it to that. One of the things that I always wanted to do was play in the World Series of Poker. I remember catching it all the time on ESPN before it was so popular and it was basically a dream of mine to play at the WSOP. For the longest time I never knew there were more events other than the 10k buy in main event. I didn't know they gave out bracelets for other events until a friend of mine said we should go out there to see all the pros play. He explained that they had a lot of smaller events that we could play in and he had heard the cash games were really juicy during the WSOP. We decided to go out in 2006 with 20 people or so and 15 of them were going to play in the $1500 WSOP event No limit holdem. I was so pumped I was finally going to get to play in the WSOP and thought about bluffing Phil Ivey, or stacking Phil Helmuth and he would call me an idiot or all the other pros that would probably be playing in these events. I had visions of me winning the tournament and becoming a pro poker player and living in Vegas and on T.V. and becoming famous and this big bad rear end gambler from Ohio. I invite one of my non poker playing friends who had never been to Vegas and could really care less about gambling. His girlfriend was a stripper and wanted to get a Tattoo from one of the famous tattoo guys out there, I don't remember his name but he had a reality show for some time. All off us got the exact same flight out of Cleveland so we basically took over the plane. At one point the stewardess had to cut us off not because we were drunk and crazy but because we drank all the alcohol that was on the plane and it was still only 11:30 am. We got to the airport and I was drunk as gently caress and didn't even realize it but I still had to pickup the rental car and drive it to the Bellagio where we were staying. Thankfully my buddies girlfriend was not drunk and after we got the vehicle she drove us to the hotel. I had got a block of four rooms and a bunch of the guys stayed at the Bellagio with me and some other people stayed at the Imperial palace. We got there on a Monday and the tourney was Tuesday so a bunch of the other guys who were playing decided to rest go to a nice dinner and then be all fresh for the tourney the next day. Not me I said gently caress it I am here for a week and I am going to party my rear end off everyday and I can handle playing in a tourney with no sleep. I go up to my room do the whole shower, poo poo and shave thing and meet a couple guys at Rio at the Hooker bar. If you don't know what that is it's basically a bar where all the hookers hang out looking to make some money. We all knew about it and none of us wanted a hooker but it was fun loving with them, not buying them drinks, ignoring them and things like that. Now that I type that it sounds like a dickhead move so I have no clue why we did that but we did. We had this little section that we all sat around and drank and bullshitted until everyone else meet up with us. While we are waiting for everyone my non gambling buddy says he received a tip from a friend about a 5 dollar slot machine that pays out a lot here. I tell him he might as well go put the money on red or black on the roulette table because he has better odds there. He declines and off him and his girlfriend go to explore Vegas and the Rio for the first time. We get royally drunk off our asses and decide to play some Blackjack. I loving hate Blackjack, I always have and I always will but when you are with a group of people and having fun you go along with it. I am at the table for about an hour and I am even when I get call from my my buddy Mike the non gambler. All I hear is his girlfriend screaming in the background and he keeps saying over and over again I loving did it, I loving did it. He says meet me at the high limit slots. I run over there and Mike is standing there with 10 grand fanned out dancing around singing "I got 10 thousand dollars." I tell him to put that poo poo away and lets go back to the hotel he is all pissy and I tell him look if you want to get robbed keep flashing that poo poo he said he doesn't give a gently caress and I let him know seriously it's awesome you won this but you can't flash that type of money around people are looking to for a drunk tourist like you to rob. He understands and we head back to the Bellagio to lock up his money. He had found the machine that his friend told him about and put in $100 and in 3 spins he hit some type of jackpot or something and he wasn't even playing the max credits so I think he would have won more if he played maxed credits. We get back to the room and he hands me the money and says listen no matter what I say do not let me spend this money here. I ask him if he is sure because he is really drunk and you might want to spend some of it he says no I want that to come back with me from Vegas. I ask him again and he is really stern about it under no circumstances should I give him any of this money until we leave Vegas. I tell him okay and put the money in the room safe and add a code only I know about. We go back over to the Rio and now one of my friends is up over 3600 at the blackjack tables so the party continues. We went to the Spearmint Rhino and had a blast, got kicked out of Denny's at 5:30 in the morning because of how loud we were and overall it was a great first night in Vegas with the crew. I get back to my room at 6 am thinking I could sleep until about 11 am and the tourney starts at noon so I should be good. When I get back to the room I walk in on my buddy and his girlfriend arguing. They are both hammered and it's really hard to tell what they are saying. I tell them to calm down and lets figure it out. Mike looks at me with this desperation in his eyes and says dude can I have my money out of the safe. I tell him gently caress that you were specific under no circumstances can I give you that money. They use to have these safes that were built into the wall and he is sitting on the floor under the safe begging me to open it. He starts crying and says come on man please open the safe, then his girlfriend starts crying because he is crying and I tell them no I am not opening no matter what they say. I tell myself well looks like I won't be getting any sleep here and walk down to play some poker before the tournament. I close the door and think to myself what the gently caress just happened a grown man and his girlfriend where crying in Vegas less than 24 hours after winning 10k. My buddy comes up to me the next day and apologizes and thanks me for not giving him the money. He never asked for it again and I gave him it to him when we left the hotel. He went home and used it on his house and still to this day he tells that story with the crying included and all and thanks me all the time because he knew he would have blown it in Vegas if he had it on him. The first night in vegas I didn't win any money, my buddy won ten grand the first time he ever really gambled, another friend won $3600 at the blackjack table and another friend won $1800 on let it ride. All in all it was a crazy first night in Vegas with so much more craziness to come.
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Oh man I really hope you have some stories of Phil Hellmuth flipping out at you that guy is hilarious.
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zVxTeflon posted:Oh man I really hope you have some stories of Phil Hellmuth flipping out at you that guy is hilarious. Phil is learning to keep himself under better control than he used to, but he still riles pretty easily. My team streamed the Big One for One-Drop $1,000,000 buy-in event live on the internet a couple of weeks ago. Phil had a few funny near-misses, but he never went totally nuclear. I kept whispering into my mike, "Hellmuth's picking up a head of steam, get a camera on him," but it didn't paid off.
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Day 2 part 1 It's about 6 am I am still drunk and I decide to go to my favorite poker room The Venetian. I love that place and I always seem to do really good in the Venetian poker room. I walk in and you would think it's 6pm not 6am because the place is packed. The WSOP brings in a lot of people and this year is one of those peak years where it kept getting bigger and bigger. I sit down at a 1/2 NLHE table while waiting for my 2/5 NLHE seat and I notice a guy has about 3k in front of him he is slouched over looking tired and drunk and I think I might be able to take advantage of a guy who is probably on at least a 20 hour session of poker. I don't even have a chance to play a hand with him and he leaves and I am irritated that I might have missed a chance to make some money. The seat is taken by this young kid who is bright eyed, happy and he is ready to gamble. I notice after a few hands he is very aggressive, pushing all in a few times pre flop and he also has no clue how to act. He has to be constantly told it his turn, he asks how much he can bet and things like that. I am chatting up the table trying to make friends when I turn my attention to him. I ask him if he is new at poker and he says this is his frist time every gambling in a casino he turned 21 the day before and he came to Vegas to celebrate his birthday. I continue to play for an hour or so and we become quite friendly I joke around with him and tell him to quit gambling, the people here will eat you alive and things like that he takes it all in great stride. Basically anytime he gets a hand he plays it super aggressively and is usually all in before the river and its working he has about $500 in front of him and he has the biggest poo poo eating grin on his face. I tell him it's your first time in Vegas you are winning you should cash out ahead and he just laughs and says nope I am having way to much fun. I have this knack of just chipping up one small pot at a time. I don't need to win the big pots even though it's great to win them, but I prefer to take the small $15 or $20 pots. Eventually I work my stack to around $600 when this hand happens. I get QQ and I am just hoping this kid gets a hand and starts playing aggressively so instead of raising with my QQ I just call and the kid makes it $75 to go with about $10 in the pot. Everyone folds and it gets to me and I look at the kid and tell him you need to go away on this one it's not going to end up good for you he smiles and thinks I am joking and I push all in. He thinks for a really long time debating about what to do. Usually when I chat up a person and become friendly I can get people to fold to me with mediocre hands or drawing hands unless its a really good spot. So I assume that he is having this battle in his head thinking that I am bluffing him or maybe I really do have it. After what seemed like 5 or 10 minutes he reluctantly calls and we have a $1k pot brewing. We decide to not show the cards and let them run out. The cards run out like this A2Q96. I flip my cards over and show my set of Queens and the kids face turns stark white as he shows his pair of tens. They push the pot to me and I start telling him he should have listened to me I was trying to warn him that it was dangerous gambling. You could tell he had already spent the money in his mind because he had such a big stack and now he was just so deflated and he sits there for a few minutes not really saying anything just staring at the table. He gets up and as he is walking away I get his attention and he comes over to me and I tell him "Happy Birthday" and the whole table busts out laughing. I cash out for close to $1200 and head back over to meet some friends for a quick breakfast before the tourney starts in a few hours. To be continued...
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This is the best thread.
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I agree... It should be a movie!
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Agree. Lucky enough to have a pool table in my basement which this thread has gotten me to start playing on all the time. Now I just need a poker game.
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I totally thought there was going to be a moment where you went and bought him a beer. I like your ending better though.
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Day 2 part 2 I have already won almost half my buy in back for the WSOP on the poker tables so I am going into the tournament brimming with confidence. I get to the Amazon ballroom about an hour before the tourney starts and a line to get in has already started so I get in line. In front of me is T.J. Cloutier and behind me is Eli Elezra and I about have a poker orgasm because both of them are including me in a conversation about poker. They are really friendly and down to earth and we are line for an hour and time flies because I am just fascinated by their poker strategy and stories. I walk into the Amazon Ballroom and the scene is breathtaking. Tables as far as you can see, so many poker pros that I can't even name them all and to me I am in poker heaven. I pull my WSOP card out find my table and sit down and I am the first at my table. The table begins to fill up with all people that I have no clue who they are and it actually eases me because they have the bright lights big city look in their eyes too. I am tired, scared, drunk and ready for my first real shot at becoming a pro poker player. They announce shuffle up and deal and we within 2 minutes before they even announce the prize pool because they were still filling seats and accepting alternates we hear the dealer behind us announce player down seat open. I think to myself holy poo poo who goes all in on the first hand in a tourney like this. Then another dealer announces player down seat open and people start to drop like flies. I am excited thinking wow this tourney might go quick and if I can be patient I have a good shot at making the money. They still haven't announced the prize pool yet but over 2k people have entered the tourney and people are still on the alternate list waiting for a seat. A hour goes buy and I only play one hand where I get pocket 5's on the button. I raise and get 1 caller flop is 522 I check my opponent bets I raise and he folds. I am feeling good and get some confidence telling myself just play ABC poker no need to try a fancy play or bluff. They finally announce first place is going to be over 700k and there are over 2500 players. 700 loving thousands dollars I think to myself. What would I do with life changing money like that and while I am daydreaming about being super rich I get yelled at for holding up the game. I apologize and bring myself back down to earth and start focusing on the task at hand. Play smart, make the money then go for the win. Hour 2 of the tourney and one of my friends busts out when his boat loses to a straight flush. I am steadily picking up chips winning small pots here and there when I get QQ. I am first to act and I raise, the next player to my right reraises and the button pushes all in I think to myself for along time and start to ponder if I win this hand how great it would be. Then I start to think about what my opponents could have and why they would play it so aggressively and I determine I am beat by at least one of them and I fold. The other player calls the all in and its AA vs KK and the Aces hold up and we have our first player down at the table. Everyone asks me what I have and I say I forgot, there is no way in hell I will be giving any information out to these players because I have no clue the skill level I am up against. The table is all chatting and being friendly when they sit a new player right next to me and it's none other than Juan Carlos Mortensen who won the main event in 2001. The minute he sits down its like the table just deflated and we all got scared. No one said anything and basically just stared at Juan Carlos. He breaks the ice and tells us all to relax and have fun and not to be too scared of him. We all chuckle and I still couldn't believe I was sitting next to him. I still haven't played many hands when I get 45 of hearts on the button in an unraised pot. I decide to try and steal the pot because everyone looks uninterested and Juan calls and everyone else folds. I jokingly let him know that my life is complete that I can tell my friends I played a hand with a WSOP champion. He smiles and says playing a hand is fun but winning a hand against a former champ is even better. Flop is A23 and I flop the nuts and Juan checks I bet he raises I reraise and he folds. He asks me what I have and I tell him you have to pay for that info and he asks me if an autograph will get me to turn over my cards and I toss them in the muck. He looks at me and says in his Spanish accent you are a very smart poker player I am going to have to watch out for you. I walk away from the table and basically go find a couple of friends and tell them what just happened while I am almost hyperventilating. I am star struck and I can't help it. I have watched this guy win the WSOP main event, a World Poker tour event and now he was telling me I am good poker player. Even if he did it to give me a false sense of confidence I was so happy with myself that I received a compliment from a top notch player like him I couldn't hold it in and had to go brag to my friends. Eventually our table gets split up and I move to another table with no pros. This is a 3 day event and we are only 5 hours into the first day so there is still a lot of poker to be played. My friend Meat (who you will hear a great story about from this trip later on) and me are the only 2 left from our crew still in the tourney. I go on break happy with the way I played and come back ready to keep chucking away. I get dealt AQ on the button and I raise it and I get 2 callers. Flop is QQ5 and I get overly excited because I have hit my hand. It's checked to me and I make a pot sized bet and almost immediately the next player to act pushes all in and the next player folds. Now instead of taking the time to think this through I am already counting my new chips in my head and I push all in. My dreams of becoming a famous pro poker player are shattered when my opponent turns over pocket 5's for a full house. The cards run out I don't improve and that's it for my 2006 WSOP tourney. I have lost and won a lot of money in my life and to be honest $1500 was not a lot of money to me at the time but I was loving depressed as hell walking away from the table. It was as if my whole life was over because I got knocked out of one little tournament. Looking back and analyzing the hand if I had been level headed I would have noticed that the pot was to small to risk my whole stack on and I should have folded. I wish my friend Meat good luck and head back the Bellagio to take a nap and be all depressed and poo poo. To be continued...
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You know that saying "nobody cares about your bad beats"? I don't know where it came from, because I love bad beat stories. The swing in emotion is entertaining as hell! Great stories, Jase. Keep em coming!
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jase1" posted:I get dealt AQ on the button and I raise it and I get 2 callers. Flop is QQ5 and I get overly excited because I have hit my hand. It's checked to me and I make a pot sized bet and almost immediately the next player to act pushes all in and the next player folds. Now instead of taking the time to think this through I am already counting my new chips in my head and I push all in. My dreams of becoming a famous pro poker player are shattered when my opponent turns over pocket 5's for a full house. The cards run out I don't improve and that's it for my 2006 WSOP tourney. luck and head back the Bellagio to take a nap and be all depressed and poo poo. Doesn't that mean you now have QQQ55 while he has 555QQ? Don't you win? I'm confused. Keep the awesome stories coming though man. So intense! I love reading them and it reminds me how I am so not poker player material.
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It means he has AQQQ5. Which is a set (of three). Which loses to a full house of 555QQ.
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Jastiger posted:Doesn't that mean you now have QQQ55 while he has 555QQ? Don't you win? I'm confused. The flop only brought one 5 giving jase1 AQQQ5 for 3 of a kind with an ace kicker after the flop. His opponent had pocket 5's giving the opponent a full house with 555QQ after the flop. Tough beat man but worth the $1500 I think for that story.
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Doh you're right, total misread on my part.
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I don't consider that a bad beat at all, I played the hand poorly and the reason being is I am not a tournament player. If that was a cash game I probably make that play all day because I can rebuy and work on getting my money back. In this tourney one mistake like that and I'm out. Also the best hand preflop won so it's really not a bad beat in my eyes.
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Wow, you've almost got me feeling bad for you! Can't wait for more stories.
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Day part 3 After I get knocked out of the tourney I decide to get a few hours sleep before I start partying again. I sleep for about 2 hours and get a phone call from one of my friends that we everyone is meeting at Kahunaville restaurant in treasure Island in a couple of hours. I arrive at Kahunaville and every one is already there having a few drinks before we order dinner. I decide to order a Chocotini as a joke and realize they are loving delicious and end up drinking 3 of those before we order dinner. I am feeling good again and we are getting into party mode. We order a double round of Liquid Cocaine after dinner and I am starting to really get buzzed. At this point I have had 5 chocotinis 2 liquid cocaines and I things start to get a little crazy. Everyone is goofing around and the subject comes to me never hitting on women and there must be something wrong with me. I let people know that I just don't do it, it's not my style to go up to women and drool all over them like these guys do. As much poo poo as I talk and as crazy as my life is I just don't usually put myself out there. Naturally all the ball busting turns into a prop bet between me and this guy named Twitch who is quite the ladies man. Twitch is a garbage man by day and a suave ladies man by night. Every party we have ever attended together he is with a different woman and they are all smoking hot and I know for a fact a few parties he has left with two women. The guy knows how to get laid he is a pro at it. The bet is this before we call it a night one of us has to get a girl to go back to the room with us whoever does it first is declared the winner. However the money waged is not between me and Twitch it's between 2 other guys named Slacks and Canuck. Canuck is a really fat rich Canadian guy who made his money doing something with computers but to be honest I don't know what. Slacks is your typical short man syndrome dickhead who loves to put down others to make himself feel better. The bet is for 2k and Slacks has me and Canuck has Twitch in the bet. Twitch and I both agree to the terms and I am completely convinced that I will lose this prop bet in record time. Canuck orders another round of Liquid Cocaine to celebrate the bet and at this time I'm way past drunk I am in I don't give a gently caress mode. I drink the shot and then the bartender gets up on the bar and yells free shots I bolt from the table and get in line. Not really noticing that the line is all women until the bartender gets to me and I realize why it's all women because he is holding the bottle between his legs like its his dick and pouring the shots in his mouth. I say gently caress it open my mouth stick out my tongue and take my free shots and get a huge cheer from my table and the women that are around me. For some reason this makes me pretty popular with a couple of women in line and we start to dance and hang out. I hang out and bullshit with a couple of women for awhile and then my friends decide it's time to hit the strip and keep partying. Two of the girls decide they want to come party with us and we head out to the strip. As we are walking out of the restaurant we see the poker room and there is nothing that is going to stop me from playing poker right now. A couple of us decide to play poker and the rest of them including the girls decide to head to the strip. Four of us get seated at the same table and drunken antics ensue. Before I even get to play a hand one of the girls runs up to me and gives me her # and says to call her when I am done gambling. So again without even trying I get a girls number and I just might have a shot at winning this prop bet. The poker table is full of miserable looking people who look like either regulars or just people not doing very well at the tables. at this point I have no clue what I am doing I buy in for $300 and plan on pushing all in until I bust out so I can go party. A fat black haired grease ball sitting at the other end of the table is really frustrated with us because we are talkative and loud. I don't blame him we weren't paying attention and holding up the game. I feel the same way sometimes when drunk guys come into the game and hold up every hand. At one point when I am ordering everyone at the table a shot of Tequila the grease ball guy says this "hurry the gently caress up moron it's your turn". Now I did deserve it but at the time I just didn't give a gently caress and decide that I am going to just attack this guy at the table. Anytime he is in a hand I am raising and I don't really care if I lose, yeah I know not a smart play but this is wasted drunk off my rear end speaking here. A couple of hands in I check my cards real quick and see that I 72 off suit and the grease ball guy raises and I re-raise and he folds. I show him the 72 and start calling him a chicken and he kindly gives me the look that says gently caress off. About an hour into my poker session the rest of my friends never make it the strip because they started gambling and they come over to the rail to watch us play. The table is close to the rail so anyone can watch and I am sitting closest to the rail so I start having a conversation with my friends. I let them know that this guy called me a moron and he is a chicken. So for the next couple of hands anytime he is in the hand and folds the rail starts clucking like a chicken. That even gets a few chuckles from the other players at the table and it only makes the grease ball guy more pissed. I am now on the button and decide to to play a hand blind. I announce that I am not going to look at my cards for the whole hand and I raise from the button. Everyone folds except grease ball and the flop is 567 grease ball checks and I bet and he calls. the next card is an A, grease ball checks and I check. I still haven't checked my cards at this point and the river comes out and it is a 2 grease ball bets half the pot which is about $30 or $40 and I push all in for $400. Grease ball thinks about it for a few minutes and folds I turn my cards over to show a 93 off suit and I start clucking like a chicken and then the whole rail starts clucking like a chicken so I take it one step further and start walking around the table flapping my arms like a chicken and clucking and even the dealer is cracking up now. Grease ball guy doesn't say anything he just racks his chips up and leaves while the table is laughing in hysterics. I play a little bit longer and cash out for $450 making an nice little $150 profit. We all head to the strip and continue drinking and partying and we meet up with the girls from earlier before. We head over to a club at the Venetian and I believe it's Tao but to be honest I can't remember which club it was. We all dance and drink for the rest of the night and then we gamble some more until about 6 am when we decide to head over to Denny's and get some grub before we head back to the rooms to get some rest. I have hit it off with a girl and her friend and we are having a blast and I remember thinking both of the girls seemed interested in me but the one gave me her # so I would try to get with her. Twitch on the other hand has been striking out all night much to the delight of Slacks who is needling twitch about it. We eat breakfast and start to get ready to head back to the room. I talk to the one girl and ask her if she wants to come back to the room to smoke a joint she says yes and when she starts to walk away her friend grabs her by the arm and talks to her for a second and then she comes back over to me and says sorry I have to go meet some friends at the pool (yeah right). My friends catch on and all I hear on the way back to the room is that I was cock blocked. Twitch is now busting my balls and the prop bet is still alive and we get back to the room I get high and pass out ready for day 3 of this crazy Vegas trip. I still haven't lived down the fact that I got drunk off Chocotinis but those are like alcoholic milkshakes so I am not ashamed.
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