So I�m sitting at my apartment, contemplating life, my legal problems, and all my gambling problems, etc - life sucks.
You know what, at least I have the bills paid and I have no dependents.
I played the Jacks or Better at some casino bar. I threw in $20. I got to drink for free and got comped for the 25-cent hands I was dutifully playing. I knew my strategy gave me at best �5% expectation. I didn�t care. Man, I was breaking even and getting free drinks and comped gas, f the rest. I enjoyed figuring out the math on each conditional hand too. But, I got bored with it after 30 minutes, or should I say started losing too much, or a combo of the two. 25 cents turned into the max bet of 25-dollar hands. I blew over $500 in 2 minutes shortly after.
Better not spend my money all at once; after all, I�m a blackjack player and not a video poker player.
Well, I threw in another hondo in the machine just so I could walk out gracefully. You can�t look like an ass just walking up without a ticket, right?
A hooker comes by abruptly and sits next to me. She seemed hesitant, doesn�t say anything; expects me to initiate conversation. I don�t and keep losing my hands, but this time $1 hands. I gotta pace myself. She throws in $20 in a machine next to me. She starts playing $1 hands too and keeps losing like me, how cute. She keeps looking at me after every time she loses, like I�m supposed to rescue her or something. Finally, she loses her buy in, gets up, and scoffs at me and storms off.
HAHA.
I cash the remaining 70 in the machine. I decide I�m a winner, hey I know when to quit. By now, I had about 8 drinks and decide to hit the tables.
I go to a high stakes BJ table. Shuffle is in progress. A southern man with a cowboy hat is playing solo at 3rd. I buy in without asking and play at first. He�s got a modest amount of chips. Despite his coolness, he looked like a ploppy.
The waitress comes right up to me and asks if I want a tall one. I say yes.
The shuffle completes, and an Asian dealer is sworn in like he took a political position. I see the shuffle and modest cut. He burns 2 cards and deals.
Things look promising with the shuffle. I�m down a few units and cowboy is up a few stacks. He plays two hands with stacks. He�s playing it right despite the soft 18 and surrender f ups, but pulls some big wins. Big wins.
Cowboy is sitting on top of the world and the dealer out of nowhere says TO ME:
�You. Oh you. You, you know something�
�I�m sorry?�
�You know something�
He just shakes his head and keeps dealing. Now the pit boss saunters by and watches play. He stops it. Cowboy gets upset.
�What are you doing! Come on, let�s go, what�s going on?�
�Calm down sir, this is management decision, we�ll enact play shortly.�
The pit boss just looks straight at me, reptilian.
�Get the fuck out of here you asshole.�
�I�m sorry?�
He ignores without answering and the Asian dealer reshuffles.
Cowboy is bewildered.
Cowboy: �You gonna screw up my streak what the hell�s going on man!�
PB: �Sir, this is a management decision.�
Cowboy: �I�ve never seen this in the 20 years of my playing! What�s going on?�
PB: �Sir, this is management decision.�
Cowboy: �WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!!! �
PB: �I�LL TELL YA, YOU AND HIM CAN GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!�
I had no ties with cowboy. It probably saved him his winnings. But, I don�t know if he left, because I left prior.
My money is still good though.
