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I was asked to make a post about some stories within the Casino grounds so I thought I'd share. I have many so I'll do my best to pick the better ones.
Some back information: I've been a Casino Dealer for 11 years, I've been a supervisor for five years, and I've been a Surveillance Operator for one year. I've worked at three properties, none of which are connected or owned by the same company. I've worked on : Government/Private/Native American owned casinos.

1. From Hero to Zero.

At my first Casino, I was one of the first group of people who were trained to deal Roulette . After 4 weeks of working 6PM-3AM then doing roulette training from 3AM-8AM (Not paid) , I actually really enjoyed the game and after about six months I became extremely quick at the number game and the pace of the action was steady with very low margin of errors. Young man walks in, cashes in for $500. He buys in for $2 chips and just loads the board. After a few spins and pretty decent hits, he then changes his chips from $2 to 5$ then to $10 and racks his winnings up to $10,000. It was then, five spins in a row, he loaded the board with some pretty gross bets, and every spin I would hit the ONE number with either NO CHIPS on it, or maybe 1 chip , He lost all $10,000 in a matter of minutes. He leaves , and I go on break. After my break I was going back to the same table and wouldn't you know it, the same young man walks in and cashes in another $500. He tells me he just sold his car outside and this is all that he had left. So we do the same deal, buys in for $2 chips, then slowly starts betting $5 chips, $10, $25...and he makes $10,000 AGAIN. Within the next 25 minutes it was straight agony. Every spin, same thing, he would bet $2500 in chips, and win only $250, $400, and after about a half hour he lost it all . Never saw the guy again.
2) Man down
At this property, we are 24 hours for table games. It's currently 5AM , and I'm dealing some $25 Blackjack to this guy. He's probably early thirties , heavy guy. He's sober as can be, but right away I can tell he's been losing. We know how much you've bought in for, how much your down, or up, and I could see he was down $2000+. After about twenty minutes of pure losing, his temper starts to flare.At this point I now have two other guests at my table. Drinking coffee, not saying a word, just losing their money. After losing hand, after hand, this guy looks me straight in the eye, seized up, starts shaking, he can't move. He tries to punch towards me and smashes his stack of chips all over the place and falls backwards to the floor. I call for security, we cannot touch him due to liability . I can't move from my table because, well, liability / casino cash property, all I can do is try to talk to him. As I'm doing so, these other two woman who are sitting at my table just look at me and one says "OK, dealer, cmon lets go " as she taps the table telling me to start dealing and forget about the guy having a stroke on the floor. As security takes him to the ambulance out front, I had to stay behind for a couple minutes and give a statement. I go on break. I come back, and 45 minutes later, he comes right back in with a oxygen tank and keeps gambling for the remainder of the morning.
3) You get a dildo, and YOU get a dildo!
On a late summer Saturday night, we had a large event for these massive muscle guys/strongman competition type thing. After their show, I'm at the roulette table , and five of these boys come over to play. They were absolutely hilarious. They were feeling pretty good, cashed in somewhat large amounts and I could tell this was going to be a fun time. After about a hour of dealing to these guys, it's almost midnight, everybody is pretty hammered , I spin the ball, and all five of these guys take out these god damn (what I can only tell was) two feet purple dildos from inside their pants, and wiping them around in the air. The ladies were just loving it, one of the dildos landed in the roulette wheel and we had to shut the table down to re-calibrate the wheel to make sure nothing had been changed. I just remember that night was so much damn fun, I couldn't believe what I was seeing and I would never forget it.
4) Full Moon
On this day, I was actually training dealers / supervising them on small games like Three Card poker. We opened the table at 10AM, and this older man came and sat down . He played all day. The jackpot was $21,000 and that was pretty high for this table. He played, and played and played. He's one of the players where you know he's wearing a diaper because he's been drinking coffee/pop all day and hasn't moved in eight hours. As the day went on, this man never moved from his chair. Getting closer to midnight, he was aggravated and said "I need to go have a smoke, I'm getting killed in here". He left, and the very next hand, the lady beside him was dealt the jackpot . He didn't say much, but you could just tell he just hated life at that very moment because had he not gotten up, it would of been his hand. The man calmly took his cane , his hat, jacket, coffee, and left. The next morning I found out when he did leave he drove his car straight through his bank and was arrested.
5) Slick Robber
I actually give props to people who can actually pull this off. This story may confuse you so I'll try and explain things as best as possible. A lot of casinos have machines as soon as you walk through the front doors. A man walks up to one of these machines and sticks in HIS $100 bill. He doesn't gamble it, instead he hits the cash out button and gets a $100 TITO ticket where he then takes the ticket to the ATM machine to get his $100. Now remember, his Original $100 is in the slot machine. He then takes the $100 from the ATM and goes back to the same machine, and repeats this process over a hundred times. Essentially he's taking money from the ATM, and loading up the Slot Machine . Now he knows he can't do it too much because if the slot machine gets full of money, the machine will shut down and the slow attendant will have to take all the cash out. So he deposits over $10,000 , then has a small crowbar, he cracks the machine open and makes a run out the front door. To my knowledge he was never caught . But damn, that was pretty smart .
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6) Mental Health is a thing.
10PM man walks in to play some high limit BlackJack. This guy knows the game and played well. Dressed nice, drank juice/tea , a little bit of a attitude, cashed in over $10,000. When this man was half way down his buy in, he said something a long the lines of "If I don't win here tonight, I'm going to go set myself on fire." I wasn't sure if he was serious because when people are down, they tend to say a lot of nonsense. I actually left early that night, and from a third party was told he did exactly that in the parking lot. The next day it was clear something terrible had gone wrong in the parking lot .
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7) Nothing good happens after midnight
After a busy Saturday night, I was dealing a mix of games, and during this story I was in the middle of Blackjack. I had one young kid (probably 19) sitting in the middle, one older male probably in his later 40's sitting beside him on his right, and I had a really nice couple in their 20's sitting together at the other side. This young kid wasn't playing just sort of watching, and ever time the old man won he would give this young guy some of his winnings. The older man, was a wine drinker, and he had black between all of his teeth, I'll never forget. He's a little drunk but nothing terrible. As the night goes on, the older man goes and uses the washroom, at which point the couple asked the young guy "Oh was that your dad?" and the young guy says "Hah, no I wish!". The couple and I just looked at each other. This old guy, was in complete control over this kid. Absolutely disgusting. The night ends, and I find out the couple called a few of their friends, and they all waited outside by this old mans truck and beat the living hell out of him. 40 years old, sleeping with a 19 year old, completely brain washed . Very weird.
8) That one co-worker where you just wish they would quit.
One of our co-workers, nice guy but had a very big ego and we as employees just sorta left him alone. One day he had enough of the atmosphere and quit. Now usually when you quit, you cannot come back until you paperwork is finalized. How ever, HR was in that day, and he was given the paperwork the very next day. He came in, cashed in $1000, and made $50,000 in about a hour at the Baccarat table. My manager, was extremely annoyed, because now this guy is just mocking the casino and having the time of his life (Thanks for the big tip by the way :) ) and so he decides to call it quits. He wants to ban himself and he wants $50,000 in cash. The casino says Nope, we are going to give you a cheque. Now here's the thing, most business people will take the cheque, how ever you CANT CASH the cheque until the following monday because it's on that day where the funds are available. The casino on the other hand will cash their own check in anytime , because they want you to play. So this guy pretty much said go to hell I want my cash, and he called the police. Police show up, and management promptly gave him the cash.I though it was absolutely hilarious .
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9) No good deed goes un punished
I was dealing Three Card Poker, and the jackpot was around $17,000. This old man (a regular) was sitting there all day grinding it out. Super nice guy, always a pleasure to deal to. Well, after hours of playing, he stands up and says "Hey john!, can you come here for a minute?" so his buddy John comes over. He says to John "I need to go take a piss real quick, can you play my card until I get back?" John agrees . John takes the chips and I stop him and explain he can't play his friends chips, he needs to cash in and play his own. And he does. Welp, second hand out and bam, doesn't he win it. The old man comes back and is so happy, he can't believe it. John, took his $17,000, didn't say a word to his "buddy" and walked away. I never felt so much hatred in all my life. Didn't give him a dollar, not a thank you, nothing. The old man sits back down again, the progressive resets to $2500, and he sat there grinding away again.
10) The Top Knot
I had this player , young guy, who was born into a fortune. One of his relatives passed away and left him a pretty big sizable amount of money, so he played poker every single day for the rest of his days. I will add, he IS a good player. I did not enjoy his company just because of the "Know-it-All" attitude, but he was good. We'll call him John. John is 5'10, and well build, with muscle. John also decided today was the day to show off his Top Knot. (google top knot if you're not sure what I mean) So he sits down, and he's absolutely KILLING the table. Every hand, after hand, after hand. And because he's in such a good mood, he's playing any two cards, calling any $500 bet, and he's just dominating. This one guy at the table decided he had enough. He got up, without saying a word and left. A moment later, he comes back in, walks behind John, and takes a pair of scissors , and cuts off his Top Knot. I for one couldn't believe it, dying laughing inside, and it just turned into one big brawl. That was a good day.
11) That one bad seed
One of my best friends who I haven't seen in YEARS ended up being part of the crew. Was kind of nice to catch up. We never really got along as we grew up because he has a very high picture of himself . He wanted that 10/10 woman. A mansion, and a new Corvette. So every month or so we would all go up to the other casino to play. I myself would bring no more than $500, but I couldn't understand how this guy (we'll call him Kyle) was spending THOUSANDS of dollars at the tables. So this wen on for a few months. Well, one day, as we're closing the casino, he and I are in the High Limit room and we're getting ready to close the tables. We are told to take the chips out, count them, put them back, sign this piece of paper and that's it. Well as the supervisor was locking the tray, the piece of paper fell to the floor, so she asked Kyle to grab the piece of paper. As he bends over, a great big $500 chip falls right out of his sock. Kyle was fired immediately , but it all made sense. They offered Kyle a deal where if he replaced all the stolen chips they would not make it public. Not sure how that turned out.
12) If I ever decide to write a book, this will be the last chapter: <3
After working at my first Casino for five years, I met a Indian woman who was visiting from another part of the country. During this time I was explaining a game to her, which honestly I don't think she even cared. She explained she was visiting and sight seeing , and that was that.Well, two years later I ended up moving to the other side of the country and transferred casinos, and low and behold she worked there as a Dealer. We got married , and it's been 5 years.
13) The Tip
One of our tables that we've had for a couple years had a progressive jackpot that had reached $100,000. The dealer at the table was sitting pretty lonely. Nobody really played the game because people knew it was extremely difficult to win the jackpot. My memory is a tad foggy, but you somehow needed to flop the royal flush. This young guy sits down and says to the dealer, we'll call him John. "John, if you pay me that jackpot, I will tip you $10,000" Well John started dealing, and about a half hour into his shift, he F*cking did it. He dealt him the royal. And you know something?This young lad, kept his word, and he made sure there was a audience, and he tipped exactly $10,000. That was a moment right there. That pay cheque was real nice. I think we all got about $500 more than usual. The moment that jackpot was awarded they got rid of the table because the money it was making was not near what the casino wanted. I'm sure there have been bigger tips at other casinos, but that was something special .
14) The Lawsuit
Now this story I'm going to have to beat around the bush a bit due to the nature of what happened. I can't won't answer any questions that you may have on this topic other than what I have to say because it had a lot of publicity . The waitresses at this casino had to wear very thin sexy clothes. Not borderline legal, but it was noticed. One day they called all the waitresses to come in and explained they were changing their outfit to something even more sexier. Now these new dresses were very very borderline legal . The staff said No way. We're not wearing that.So , friday night comes, and the staff work their whole shift, then at the end of their shift were called into a meeting and were all fired. Welp, one of those ladies father was a pretty big time lawyer. Brough the casino to court and won. They won big. Good for them. We had no waitresses for a couple days haha.
Thanks for reading along, I have many more I can add as the day goes on, those were just some off the top of my head. Feel free to ask any questions of the Casino industry. I don't really have many stories about the surveillance department because that's the one area where I can't really say a whole lot due to its privacy and contracts I was and still am under.

Sometimes it’s not the money it’s the principal. And I truly wish I knew whether or not I can swear in this post because holy heck do I want to unload. I have been playing poker since I was 14, slots not far after, sometimes as hobby, and years at a time as profession. Black Friday for the US crippled me, I was at a point that I was so determined to play the wsop 10k ME that I had 4-5 of the top “Steps tickets” worth 2k each and 1 win away from MAin event entry. Along with that prob 5-10k that I would get approx 1/3rd of back nearly 2 years later. On poker rankings I was consistently top 99%, partly because I played all day everyday, and partly because I was decent. After gov seizures I went on a crazy tilt, downward spiral where I degened away close to 100k of funds. These were any funds I could get my hands on, not all I could really pay, and mostly lost online. I played pokeslots online basically 24/7 for months straight. At the end I hated myself, hated my life, and knew I was effed in the a. But the next 3-5 years of not playing anything I was atleast comforted knowing or feeling like it was myself responsible for my own success, having once turned my very first deposit of 200$ into 22,000$ on full tilt, and unbelievably still $1.86 to nearly $30,000 on poker stars in 3 weeks. However the comfort came from also knowing I was the reason for my own failure and poor poor decision making. Atleast I didn’t feel cheated.
Here we are what feels like 10 years later, I did manage to scrap together 1,000$ 5 years ago for a live satty at the rio, and right as the main event started I won a seat. Busted day 2. Pretty much hasn’t played since.
Recently my bracelet winning friend got me to follow him around all over the state and neighboring states to check out his slot grind. I quickly got back into it and in downtime turned to gambling online. I struggled so much on the last sites I had known that were still around, but my faith will never waiver from them again. And after the bs I encountered I will never stray again. In any case I stumbled on these shoddily thrown together sites (it seems) such as Planet7 and Coolcat casino to be specific out of a long list of Royalaces, casinoextremes, captain jacks. Now I can’t say for sure the gameplay is rigged, but I will say for the 1000 or 2 thousand of dollars I’ve put into them, I have been able to withdrawl exactly 0$ dollars.
When I signed up on coolcat, it was from my phone, when I went to login on my computer, it appeared I had a really old previous account but I couldn’t figure out the password. I have the chat screenshotted when I went to support straight away and told them that I believe I had opened multiple accounts and asked what I need to do, if I could play, and if it could potentially come back to bite me later on. The agent assured me and even transferred me to another who also assured me, I didn’t need to do anything accept stick to the account I was on now, never log into the old one, and only deposit from the one I just contacted them. They happily took my deposits, 1 after another. Until I hit for just under 2k with no bonus restrictions to pull bs with or max cashout to cap my winnings. Over the next 30 days I submitted and re submitted each document they requested. 12 days in the withdrawal was cancelled, and I was informed “since you’re doing BTC withdrawal you actually need to complete this other completely different verification process” 15 more days of pick and chose what documents the new support person would say I was missing and repeat the phrase “please wait 5-7 days for a response” and 5-7 days went and never once did I get a response. I took to complain on several forums as it was very clear my identity matched my account and everything was in perfect working order. The day after my complaint was posted on the forums for the casino to respond....
I go to access the casinos...
Suddenly I’m not allowed access to my accounts, my accounts are closed, my funds are taken, and they will tell me this and only this....
“We regret to inform you that your casino access has been revoked. The decision is unfortunately, irreversible. Any casino account can be closed solely at our discretion as part of our policies to ensure game fairness, the safekeeping of company assets, and our third party payment service providers. I nor any of my supervisors can give you any further information or explanation”
service provider left the chat
That’s it, that’s all, that’s forever it seems what it will be. They happily took my money, confirmed in support that I have the pictures and transcripts of. Heck they even gave me a $50 no deposit bonus when I asked because the chat agent assured me, “I can offer this $50 chip because you have never opened an account here with us” well turns out both Planet7 and coolcat are full of it, and the whole 5-7 days withdrawal is dishonest at best but more likely is a straight up lie. I plead for anyone considering playing there, DONT! In 17 years I have never once been treated in this fashion, what feels like straight up mugged in the streets. I’ve had a gun put to my temple for 30 dollars, and still that doesn’t give me the sinking hopeless feeling of anger and despair this does. Atleast the addict with the gun had to get off his a** and put in the effort to steal my money. Shit had he not brought the gun I’d almost have respect that he got it. This just feels like some prince of Nigeria finally managed to suck me in and scam me, or my windows service tech was actually a Indian scammer all along. Surprised picachu
Yet this is the only thing I can do because what the heck else can I do? If I could hire a lawyer, I would spend the money. If I could file complaints I would take the time. If I could deposit again and no I would be able to cashout, I would try to take every dollar, penny, and pixel they are worth until the site disappears. Nothing would make me happier than to put my foot soooooo fing far up there pooper that I’d tickle their tonsils with the tip of my toe.... instead
“We regret to inform you that we told you you’d be okay, we gladly accepted your deposits for several months, we happily updated your address when you moved and emailed us updated address verification documents, we cheered when you won, and then we robbed you of every dollar you made.”
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I hope this post suits this sub reddit
I am 28(F) and now a second time poster. Deleted this post from different sub reddit because I realized it didn't suit that sub reddit.
I have multiple concerns about my work place. I work at a Casino Resort in Washington on an Indian reservation(in the United States). Because my work place is on an Indian reservation I'm not sure how much they are able to get away with legally, if any of its illegal or if my concerns are completely unfounded.
I am a Slot Attendant but because of Covid I'm also expected to be security and housekeeping. We do not have enough security officers or housekeepers. We do have a mask policy, but it has basically rendered useless by our exceptions. As long as you have a cigarette out or a drink, then you are able to have your face cover off. So people constantly keep on relighting cigarettes and constantly have it hang out of their mouths. Constantly walk around and having the mask off using these excuses and I can't do anything about it because of the exceptions in the policy, but they somehow want me to enforce it. I can't do it. Also our slot department follows the policy differently from security. Meaning security and the slot department have different rules concerning the guest mask policy. What kind of nonsense are they spouting sigh. Am I crazy thinking the rules shouldn't vary? I also got in trouble for pointing at my own nose while trying to enforce this monstrosity because guests complained.
They also want me to constantly carry cleaning wipes in a baggy and clean continuously without exception. Concerning these times I understand that they want us to clean, but the amount of cleaning they want from us is excessive. It's absolutely impossible for us Slot Attendants to accomplish what they are asking. They are really nitpicky. I personally carry the wipes in my pouch because it is painful to for my fingers. They want us to personally carry it for hours even though I have an alternative that causes me no pain. The fumes on these wipes are also really strong. It gives me massive headaches and nausea. I now wring most of the liquid into the garbage because I can't continue cleaning otherwise. This still affects me though. They want us to clean constantly with these wipes that make us sick. Another Attendant complained and was told to 'suck it up'.
Apparently cleaning is so important to them, but they are not helping us and force it onto us. Slot Attendants are not housekeepers or security officers. We do not have authority and attending to guests and continuously cleaning are completely incompatible. We are expected to do 3 different positions at the same time.
While cleaning we are only wearing our mask and gloves. Are we even following cleaning safety protocols? The cleaning solution is 70% Isopropyl Alcohol. Are they aloud to force so much onto our workload that is completely outside of our job description?
Other concerns would be that the water had turned yellow multiple times during me working there. The same water is used for sinks, toilets and soda machines. During these times they still gave soda to guests and employees. A previous employee told me that she found eggs in the soda despencer. Another employee told me that the oil used to cook for employees is barely changed. When someone was attacked in our own parking lot nobody told us. I found out because of a guest. Lastly, one of the housekeepers caught Covid and I would have never known if it wasn't for the fact that it was a relative of someone I know at work.
I make around $10 dollars currently and tips. We are all getting cut hours and now they will also give part of our tips to supervisors and techs. Is this an industry standard? This is a major cut for us. The supervisors and techs are also able to work overtime while we are not. So they are basically getting a raise with no added responsibilities while us Attendants are given an overwhelming amount of responsibilities and a pay cut.
Sorry for this dump of complaints and concerns. Are my worries warranted? If any questions I'm willing to answer. Also sorry for any writing errors. Please be kind.

Of course, the first disclaimer is “we all have different interests and likes.” We were excited to sail aboard The Bliss based on many good reviews. I was a little hesitant because of the size and number of passengers. We just returned from the 7 day Mexican Riviera cruise. Weather was meltingly hot and humid in Puerto Vallarta and Mazatlan. Cabo was quainter than we expected.
The good stuff - and it’s almost all good! Large ship, very clean and easy to get around (walking) and navigate. Beautiful art. Fantastic chandelier at Ocean Place atrium! Nicely appointed.
We had a balcony room, which was just fine. The closet is facing the sofa and it was quite awkward to access the hangers. I mean, there was 6” between sofa and closet door. Haha, we moved the bed down just a bit so we could squeeze in. There was room for summer stuff, but it might be tight to stow jackets and heavier clothing if you went to Alaska.
The bathroom was great. The glass enclosed shower was really a nice touch. There was also a little coffee maker in the room, which we used often. We had a mid ship location, slightly forward, and it was not far from elevators except.... (see cons).
We did not partake of any. speciality dining. The Local is open 24/7, and great for light meals. The Korean chicken wings were fabulous. The service was very nice. You could sit “outside” the restaurant, around the atrium, watching things happen, and they would bring you your food.
Taste and Savor main restaurants were very good with very good service. We usually booked a reservation to avoid any wait. After all, there are a LOT of people on this ship. It wasn’t five star dining (i.e., when the waiters come to your table and lift off all the domes covering your food at once, etc.), but we liked it. The appetizers are small, so don’t hesitate to order more than one.
The Manhattan room is larger and a bit noisy. We had the misfortune to go on a busy night with not many table choices. We were sat next to a table of 12 kids (parents were at different table). They were not bad kids...but they were kids, talking and doing all the stuff we all do. I mean, any party of 12 might be a little crazy. However, it took any quiet elegance away from the experience.
The Garden Cafe is their buffet and breakfast is insanely crowded. We loved the Indian food, the soft serve ice cream, the omelette station. Really, things were quite edible. There is free Iced tea, coffee, lemonade and water.
Gem of the ship: The Observation Lounge. This is truly an island of tranquility amidst a lot of action. It’s a large area, with great lounge chairs, views, and ambience. The PErFECT quiet space. Also, Suzanne Jade is wonderful at the Piano!!
The Bliss theater is huge. Get there at least 15 minutes early to obtain a good seat. You need reservations for “Jersey Boys” so do that prior to departing if you can. They also had a production called “Six” which was lots of fun~! They say it will be going to Broadway in the future.
Casino: pretty large with a LOT of slots. Most table games were 10.00 minimum, which meant we weren’t gambling.
If you like pools and slides, you have come to the right place. The kids (of all ages) loved it. There is also “Spice H20” club which is more adult, if you don’t want quite so much frenetic action. The crowd tends to be younger and livelier than on other cruise ships. However, it wasn’t “spring break” antics! Just happy people. Most were super polite and we had some good laughs - especially about the elevator waits.
The hot tubs were plentiful even on busy days. Surprise!
The Gym/fitness had plenty of treadmills but not much more in the way of exercise activities. I think one cardio class that was maybe held there. I do my own thing, but if you are looking for a lot of organized classes, forget it. Bring your own water to center or sip from the fountain. I didn’t try the Thermal Suite, which is a big upcharge. Based on the crowds everywhere else, I’m glad i didn’t. I have a feeling every lounge chair would be booked. That’s not tranquility to me. (Save that for the Haven Lounge, which i’m such is quite refined).
“The Waterfront” was nice to walk around during the day. It wasn’t crowded at all, so we sat there, looking out on the ocean, on one of the days at sea. Peace!
We found the staff to be friendly and accommodating. Our room steward, Roel, was so sweet. We aren’t demanding, but he learned our schedule so when we went out, our room was quickly made up. Thank you, Roel!
Take ten steps in just about any direction in a public area and you will find a very nice bar. I had two drinks on the vacation. They were each 13.30 with the tax and auto tip. A lot of people purchase the unlimited drink package. Keep in mind, even if it is a “free at sea” perk, the gratuities and tips are NOT, and they add up to at least 200.00 dollars - maybe more. - and everyone in your room has to purchase it.
I liked that the smoking area in the Casino was closed off with glass doors.
If you like to be casual, you will LOVE this cruise. There really is no real dress code. People wore shorts and flip flops everywhere except, i believe, in the uber fancy ocean blue restaurant.
The “Cons” I’m going to start with the very worst thing that happened on the ship. The debarkation. I know, it’s always a drag, but this one was a REAL drag. People left their rooms and hung in the stairs well before it was their turn, creating a nightmarish traffic jam everywhere. There were ZERO elevators to take. We survived, but pity anyone who is even slightly handicapped. We literally stood in a roped off line that wended all through the ship, two persons wide: through the casino, restaurants, down the hall, make a turn, etc etc. etc. It took us over 1 3/4 HOURS to debark, and we were carrying our OWN luggage. Customs was a bit slow, but NOTHING compared to (what i felt) the haphazard and thoughtless way to make guests feel like cattle as they departed their vacation. Standing for THAT long, without able to use the restroom, get something to drink, even sit for a second - the absolute PITS.
The obvious solution is to pay through the nose and book “The Haven” where there is preferred treatment. We couldn’t afford that, but, really, that’s the thing to do on this ship.
Disorganized entertainment listings: Using the NCL app, it said that “The Beatles” at the cavern was SOLD OUT. Not “first come, first served” - which is how it really is!!! We finally caught on, but it was very misleading and even the box office wasn’t clear. She said, “oh it’s sold out but you have a waiting line.” No, it’s first come, first served, and maybe a waiting line for people who don’t get in. I have a feeling this also applied to the Social Comedy club and that we missed out, thinking that it WAS sold out.
We didn’t find that many activities to do that we liked. That is just personal. Also, many featured things like “Deal or No Deal” have to be bought into, in order to even get a chance to play. It seemed that we were being nickel and dimed all the time. Some folks would say, “Well, i just pay for what i want and don’t overpay.,” Well said, but i like a more inclusive experience, I think.
Excursions: Glad we didn’t do any based on the crazy crowds that lined up. However, we walked to the marina in Cabo San Lucas, and you can easily grab a little boat trip out to Land’s End for 10.00 - that’s right, 10 bucks - per person. It was really fun and lasted about 45 minutes.
TV selection. I guess this is a cruise ship problem. There were few things to watch on TV. We like to chill in our stateroom in the afternoons, so it would have been nice to grab a movie or series. We saw one only (A STar is born).
Crowds crowds crowds. This wasn’t just our observation. The place can be a madhouse after the end of any show. People crowd the elevator areas and it’s very difficult to get a lift during some hours. VERY difficult. During the “next” cruise presentation, NCL said that except for one ship, future ships were going to be a tad smaller. I wouldn’t rule out a smaller NCL ship.
I didn’t like that they were always pushing the sale of some lotto ticket and chance to win money for the cruise. Like, before just about every show or presentation.
Shopping: o.k. Not as many high end watches (if ya care) or other souvenirs. I’ve seen more on smaller ships. Just saying...
Rooms: our end tables were 6” wide - that’s right, SIX INCHES - and everything kept on falling off. There were nice USB ports on the lamps. I didn’t find myself sitting on the balcony, BUT it was very fun to have when arriving or leaving port, or to grab a wonderful sunset.
In conclusion, this was a very fun cruise for us, and we enjoyed the entertainment, but didn’t find that many other activities to draw us in. (The game shows were held in the very active, noisy Atrium, so they weren’t as engaging as they would have been if held in a smaller club or bar).
All in all, I enjoyed my cruise on the Bliss. I don’t think i would sail her again because the crowd size and constant “pay for this” mentality that left me feeling a little disenchanted. It’s partly our fault, because we aren’t into go-carts and laser tag, which many adored. I think we prefer more of a classic shipboard atmosphere. It was GREAT that it wasn’t stuffy, but sometimes we missed certain traditional things.
Also, the disembarkation was really really awful. They need to spread it out or find ways to manage the hoards better. People totally lost their civility, getting in line 1 hour before their “color” was even called. They packed the elevators and stairwells, preventing an organized exit. This made things almost dangerously crowded and difficult. Then again, pay for the upscale “Haven” and i bet it was an entirely different animal. But one still might venture out into the huddled masses (which is how I felt) and then, ugh, very crowded. They need to explain how the smaller clubs work on the ship (first come, first served) and not say “This is sold out” on the activities app. That was really annoying! I loved ditching the “formal nights” and that nonsense. I like “freestyle dining” although it is still wise to book a table if you also have other evening plans. If you can afford it, “The Haven” is the way to go. It will give you a respite from the crowds as well as a lot of priority perks (including disembarkation). I personally would book a smaller, more upscale ship if i were going to spend that money, BUT if I had teens and pre-teens, might consider this ship because of the water features, laser tag, and track.
This is especially good for young adults and families, as there are singles cabins and plenty of music venues as well as that super water park and scary slides!

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Previous: Inside Underground NY Poker #8
Spades — 1.8
Walking into a casino, for the first time, can be quite an overwhelming experience. There’s so much going on — all of the flashing lights, various sounds, the diverse amount of people flowing throughout, the list goes on. No matter where you look, there’s always something going on that can potentially pique your curiosity. Of course, at this time in the midsummer of 2007, I hadn’t a clue of what to expect. I had yet to step foot inside a real casino.
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When Chris called and invited me to go with him on a road trip up to Turning Stone, my mood was not only of excitement, it was also flowing with curiosity. I figured that making the drive up to Turning Stone would not only be a great deal of fun, but would also be an excellent opportunity to learn more about professional casino poker.
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During my phone conversation with Chris, we agreed that we would make the road trip up there after we finished our Sunday shifts at Spades. This gave us about 24 hours to gather up our buddies and put together a crew. Our main goal was to crush some live action cash games there, but we also wanted to let loose and party. I didn’t yet know it, but my version of partying was vastly different from Chris’ version.
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I made some calls and sent some texts, and not too long after, had a few of my closest friends confirm that they were going to come on the trip. I was the youngest of my social circle in high school, still being only 17 at the time. All of the other guys were already 18, so legally, they wouldn’t have a problem at Turning Stone.
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If you don’t know, Turning Stone Resort & Casino is located on an Indian Reservation, and as such, the gambling laws of New York state do not apply there — the legal gambling age there is 18, as set by the law of the land.
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Now, since I was still only 17, this presented a potential problem. However, I looked a bit older than I actually was, and I also had a fake ID that I had been using for a while. Chris was also incredibly confident that it wouldn’t be a problem whatsoever — he even offered to lay me a bet with 3 to 1 odds for $100, that at no point would I be unable play because of my age. I declined the bet of course, not wanting to jinx myself.
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In 2007, Turning Stone was a “dry” casino, which meant that they didn’t serve any alcohol. However, you were allowed to bring your own, and could indulge yourself to your own desire. As of today, this is no longer the case, but that’s the way it was back then.
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We calculated that the drive would take us about 4.5 hours, not entirely too long by road trip standards, but could be enough of a mental strain that could potentially effect our ability to play poker, upon arrival. Given that both Chris and I would be dealing right up until our departure, we had made arrangements to take two cars in order to accommodate our entire crew. In exchange for each of us paying for the gas and tolls on the drive up to Turning Stone, neither of us would have to drive — this would allow us to rest up a bit.
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My group of buddies consisted of four of my closest friends — Brian, Theo, Max, and Scott. I had brought Theo around to Spades more than a few times, and he regularly played poker, unlike the others. However, he wasn’t very good, but he was very lucky, and he had no interest in studying the game. He got better the more he played, but was by all means, a fish. He loved to gamble, and blackjack was his favorite game — most likely not a coincidence.
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I had invited Andy to tag along as well, but he wasn’t interested and declined — he instead made me a standing offer, an open invitation if you will, to go crush poker in Atlantic City, where there was better action and nicer casinos. However, the offer was only good if we would be going to seriously grind poker. This was an offer that I would later redeem.
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Chris had assembled his boys just as I had — three experienced poker players and gamblers, each in their early 20’s, just like Chris. The youngest of his crew was Rich, who was 21, and the two others were Derek and Joe, either 23 or 24 years old.
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Finally, our plans were set and the rooms were booked. We’d all be staying for 3 nights and 2 days in two, separate, 2 queen bed suites. I was anxious, yet excited, and I seriously wanted to book a win in the poker room, considering it would be my first casino poker room session.
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Sunday finally arrives, and I had decided to wake up a few hours early so that I could stock up on booze and weed. My buddies and I had agreed to split the cost of everything — 4 bottles of Smirnoff, an ounce of Sour Diesel, and four 24-packs of Coors Light. In retrospect, this was probably entirely too much for 3 nights at a casino, but what did we know? I wasn’t a big smoker at the time, although I would partake, but I did enjoy drinking when the time was appropriate to let loose.
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While on my way driving to Spades, I hear my phone ring — it’s Chris.
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“Hey dude, you on your way to the club?”
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“Yeah, I’ll be there in about 15 minutes. I just finished running some last minute errands, stocked up on booze and weed for the trip.”
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“Awesome. I’m good to go on my end, too. By the way, my plan is to splash around in the $1/$2 or $2/$5 games Turning Stone spreads. I’m bringing $10k.”
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“What?! $10k??? Why?!”
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“Well, dude, I’m gonna hit the pits too and play some blackjack and craps. We’ll crush some poker first, then afterwards maybe you’ll hit the pits with me.”
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“I dunno, man. I’m only gonna bring $2k in total, and that’s for all my costs. Maybe I’ll assign half of that to my poker roll for the trip.”
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“You should probably stick to $1/$2 then, and save some of your roll for blackjack, to try and run it up.”
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“Alright, sounds good. I’ll see you at the club in a bit.”
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I wasn’t convinced about hitting the pits to play table games, but then again, I surely wanted to make the most out of my first casino experience.
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I arrive at Spades, set up for the Sunday afternoon tournament, and put in the hours for my shift. I wind up dealing the final table, and the tournament ends at around 11PM. Chris was dealing cash, but we had both made sure to get Vinny’s approval to leave early and take off for the next few days. It wasn’t really an issue for me, being that once the tournament was over, it meant my job was done, and I was free to have a good night. However, Chris made sure to get another dealer to cover for him, both the rest of the night and until we got back from our trip.
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Chris and I walk outside to the parking lot — it’s time to go pick everyone up. We each get into our cars and drive off to scoop up each one of our buddies. An hour or so later, I shoot Chris a text letting him know that I’m about to start the drive up to Verona, NY, which was where Turning Stone is located. He responds, telling me that he had already started the journey about 10 minutes prior, and that he’ll call me when he gets there.
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I have Theo take the wheel and get into the driver’s seat, as I jump into the back to close my eyes to try and clear my head for what’s about to come. Without making any stops, we finish the drive in just under 4.5 hours. We can see the illuminated, brightly colored sign — “Turning Stone Casino”, and my heart begins to pump just a little bit faster. I’m beginning to get excited. At this point, it was around 4:30AM. Sure, I was a bit tired, but the excitement and novelty of my first casino experience was keeping my adrenaline pumping.
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I give Chris a call, letting him know that we’re about to park our car, and head into the casino towards the check-in area.
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“Chris, we’re here man! This place is awesome!”
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“I know dude, we got here about a half hour ago. I’m in my room changing, getting ready to go play some cards. Did you check-in yet?”
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“Not yet, we’re about to head over to the check-in desk and get our room keys. I’m pretty tired man, are you sure it’s a good idea to go play right now?”
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“Don’t worry about that, I already scoped out the room. There’s some good action going on in both $1/$2 and $2/$5. I already put our name’s on the lists. Text me when you’re done getting settled in, but drop by room after. Make sure you come alone.”
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“Okay… I’m gonna tell my boys that we’re gonna play some poker for a little bit, while they hit the casino floor. My buddy Theo might want to join us. I’m not sure though, I have to ask him. My boys will probably want to get nice and toasty before they head out of the room.”
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“Sounds good dude, don’t take too long. See you in a bit.”
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My friend Scott handles the check-in, puts the incidentals coverage under his credit card, and I make sure to get a copy of the room key for myself. We head up to the room, we all change into presentable, formal, evening attire, and I crack open a beer, along with everyone else. I ask everyone what they plan on doing for the next few hours, while suggesting that I’ll be preoccupied playing cards in the poker room. This was nothing but expected, they all knew how often I played poker.
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Everyone unanimously agrees that they want to hit the pits and gamble, of course, after they get hammered in the room. I casually ask Theo if he’s interested in playing poker with Chris and I, but he declines, saying that he’s not in the mood and would rather play tomorrow night, if at all.
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I finish my beer, but not before forcing everyone to agree to a bet, in order to make things more interesting — whoever comes back to the room as the biggest loser gets $50 each from everyone else. We unanimously decide that it’s actually a decent idea, and everyone agrees. I leave our room and head towards Chris’ suite.
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I arrive at Chris’ door, and I give it quick, but firm knock. A few seconds later, the door opens, and I find that there’s nobody in the room except Chris. All of his buddies had already gone downstairs, and were gambling on the casino floor. I tell him I’m pretty tired, and then I ask him why he wanted me to come alone.
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“Chris, I’m pretty tired, man. You sure we should go play?”
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“100%. I told you, I already scoped out the games that are running. The stacks are big and there’s some good money to be made.”
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“Alright, fine. But, why did you want me to come here alone, by the way? Is everything alright?”
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“Yeah, dude. Here, I wanted to give you this. Take two of these, you’ll be in the zone while you play for the next 8 hours.”
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“What kind of pills are these? What are they going to do?” — I had never really taken drugs or pills before, other than drinking and smoking weed occasionally. I did, however, try Mushrooms earlier during the summer, and that was fun, but was completely inexperienced when it came to pharmaceuticals, or any other drugs for that matter.
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“It’s Adderall, it’s a stimulant. They’re 20mg each, take two of them. It’ll make you much more focused and able to concentrate on the game for the next 8 hours or so. You might feel a bit more chatty, and it’ll kill your appetite, but I promise you, it’ll give you an edge. All those players down there right now are tired and worn out from playing. These will put you in the zone, if you know what I mean.”
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“Fuck it, I’ll give it a shot. We came to have a good time anyway. I’m not gonna lose control of myself, am I?”
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“Hah, no, dude. It’s nothing like that. They prescribe this stuff to people who have trouble focusing and paying attention. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You’ll feel them start to work in about 45 minutes to an hour.”
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Chris hands me two, orange-colored, oval shaped pills, and I swallow them dry. I had stashed $1k into the safe in my room before I left, and I had the other $1k in my pocket. We leave his room and head downstairs to make our way through the casino and into the poker room.
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I was in a state of awe. This was by far the biggest poker room I had ever been in, up until this point. There must have been at least 30 tables. There were only a handful of games going during our arrival, but still, seeing everything all neat, organized, and ready for action, made me think about what this place would be like during peak hours.
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I check out the $1/$2 game that’s going, and I see that the buy-in structure is not at all what I was expecting. It’s a $50 min and $200 max. Sure, there’s a few deep stacks on the table, but I felt like this game was much smaller than what I was used to playing. I decide that it’s going to be far too difficult to make any significant amount of money, unless I end up on the good side of a cooler. Overall, it would be a bad move to sit in this game.
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On the other hand, the $2/$5 game that was running had a $200 min and $500 max buy-in. This was definitely more up my alley. Several players had stacks with at least $1k, and the average was probably right around the max, conveniently right around $500. With several players sitting deep and a couple of short stacks on the table, I come to the conclusion that this is the game I want to play, as I’m fairly certain that I have a decent shot at making some money at this table.
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Chris had already put our name’s on the lists for both games when he had arrived earlier, so it wasn’t too long until our names were called. We were going to be sitting at the same table, and of course, made an agreement that if we were to get heads-up in a hand, either of us would make only one bet, and then check it down the rest of the way if the other called the bet. We weren’t there to take each other’s rolls, but if there were other players in the hand, then we weren’t going to soft play each other, nor try and sandwich anyone out of a pot.
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Finally, my name is called, about 20 minutes after Chris had taken his seat, and I head over to the cage to buy $500 worth of chips — $280 in red, $200 in green, and $20 in white. Something I’ve always liked doing, still to this day, is buying at least a full stack of $1 chips.
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The poker room had relatively nice chips, and I found them to be most excellent. They had a comfortable weight, handled nicely, and displayed a decent aesthetic design on them. They were definitely of a higher quality than any of the chips that the underground clubs used. That’s not to say that the clubs used cheap chips — of course, a few did, however only the casinos would purchase Paulson chips, which are the industry standard, despite them costing over $1 each chip.
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I take my seat at the table, and all of a sudden, I feel this intense rush of energy. It felt like someone had turned my brain up to 11. Woah — I felt my eyes widen.
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I introduce myself to the table, and I notice that I’m much more talkative than my normal self. However, I was able to maintain and participate in a fully-engaged conversation, while not missing a single detail of the action that was unfolding during each hand. I could multi-task like never before. I was faster at thinking through hands, I noticed more tells being telegraphed than ever before, and I was aware of the fact that my observations were razor-sharp. It felt like I had been wearing blinders up until this point, and now they were gone.
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I was more astute than I had ever been before, accurately being able to predict who was going to play a hand, and who was going to fold, before they even made their action. I was paying attention to the game in the same way I would as if I was dealing it. I’d observe each player in turn, then move on to the next when their action was made.
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I would also catch things out of the corner of my eye — a player’s posture suddenly becoming erect, while they would then immediately try to look disinterested, as they used their hands to protect their cards in such a manner that was subtle, yet distinct from their normal method of handling their cards. It was blatantly obvious to me now, when a player would deviate from their normal patterns of playing, behaving, speaking, bet sizing, time usage, and so forth.
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I was playing really well. All of my value bets were getting called, my bluffs were getting through, and alarm bells would ring in my head, either to alert me of a perfect spot to make a squeeze play, or if something about the hand didn’t “seem right”. Something I definitely noticed about the Adderall, was that it made me feel much more confident in the plays that I made. It was much easier to pull the trigger, and when I did, I felt certain that my timing was right.
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My range was also wider than it normally was. I was playing more hands, going for thin value on the river when I would normally check back, and had no problem laying down strong hands preflop, when I was sure I was behind, but would normally be too stubborn to let it go.
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My session was going very well. Incredibly well, in fact. I made several huge hero calls, and I applied intense pressure on opponents who I deemed capable of folding, only to pick up pots I could never win at showdown.
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About 3.5 hours had gone by at this point, and within the last hour a new player had taken a seat. His name was Duke, at least, that’s what other players were calling him. This guy was super aggro. He was opening every other hand, raising every C-Bet a player would make, and would just bully people out of the pot by shoving the river or bombing the turn with a $300 bet.
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The majority of the table was getting annoyed with Duke. Whenever they would fold, they felt like he was bluffing with air, however, when they would inevitably get frustrated and make the call, he would actually have it, and get massive value. During the course of about an hour, he amassed a stack totaling around $900. He had absolutely no fear, and the money at stake, to him, was evidently insignificant. From his perspective, it seemed as if he was playing for, what you and I, would consider pennies.
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I folded quite a few strong hands to his preflop 3-bets — AQ, TT, 88, and QJs. I would open to $15 or $20, and he would re-pop me to 4x or 5x. I even open folded AKo on an Ace-high, 3-flush board on the turn when he check-raised me all-in, only to show me complete air.
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That was enough for me, this wasn’t going to continue — not tonight. I had now decided that I was going to be as patient as necessary, and only get involved in a pot with him if the situation was favorable to trap him. You can’t bully a player when the money at stake means far less to him than it does to you. Subsequently, you can’t get value from that same player who is good enough to recognize that you’re only showing him aggression when you have it — they’ll just fold instead of blasting off, knowing that you’re praying that they’ll come over the top.
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About an hour and a half later, it was around 10AM now, and I had built my stack up to around $1200. Duke was sitting on just about the same, though slightly less, about $1100. He was still bullying people out of pots, and the majority, if not everyone else at the table was clearly annoyed with him. Low limit players often become angry when they encounter an opponent whose style of play isn’t within the same paradigm as their own. The key is to be capable of adjusting your own style of play.
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Finally, preparation meets opportunity, and I pick up pocket Aces in UTG+1. I raise to $15, and of course get 3-bet by Duke in the Lojack to $60. The button cold calls, and for a split-second, I almost 4-bet, but I resisted what almost felt like a reflex, and decided to just call.
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The flop comes A5A — I flop Quad Aces! That was the first time I ever flopped quads, let alone quad aces. I stick to my game plan of trapping, and I check my quads over to Duke, who also checks. The button checks as well, and we see a turn of a black 4.
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The board now being A5A4 rainbow — every fiber of my being is burning on the inside, trying to tell me to start getting some value and make a bet to build a pot. Again, I resist, and check it. Both Duke and the button check back.
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The river comes in, a red 9. The complete board run-out is A5A49 rainbow.
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I check, again, for the 3rd time. Duke fires out $200 into the pot of $187, the button snap folds, and I immediately snap-shove on him for a total of around $1140. He looks completely perplexed, and then goes deep into the tank. Not a single player had yet displayed this level of aggression against him.
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He’s now been thinking for about 6 or 7 minutes, and he announces to the table that he’s sorry he’s taking so long, but he needs some more time and has a decision here. Some random player chimes in, telling him to take all the time he wants, it’s the biggest pot of the night.
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Another 3 minutes go by, and I’m starting to get agitated now. It’s been at least 10 minutes, the dealer is clearly annoyed, enough is enough. I call for the clock. The floor comes over and gives Duke the “countdown” speech, informing him that he has 30 seconds to make a decision.
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Before the floor even begins the countdown, Duke announces, “CALL”.
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Under the influence of the Adderall, I assume, I inexplicably get the impulse to table my hand similar to the way a blackjack dealer would table their cards.
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I pull both cards adjacent to each other, now sitting side by side. Using one finger, I flip one of the Aces face up, and then use that same Ace to slide it underneath the other, and flip up the remaining facedown Ace. I somehow managed to pull this off with such finesse, that it all happened in one, smooth, fluid motion. It was most certainly a rare form of poker showboating, and it was an incredibly cocky, and unnecessary thing to do, however I just couldn’t help myself. I had just decimated the guy who was running over every single player.
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The entire table is shocked to see that I reveal flopped quad Aces. Even more surprised, is Duke. He is absolutely stunned to his core. He tables Jack high. I immediately stand up from my chair, and lean in closer towards the table, while rubbing my eyes to confirm — yes, indeed. Jack high.
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“You triple checked flopped quad aces.” — the tone of his speech indicating a statement, not even close to what asking a question would sound like, as if he was in disbelief of what had just happened.
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“Yes, sir.”
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“I just called you with Jack high.” — again, it seemed as if he was confirming, for himself, the reality of the situation that had just occurred.
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“Yeah, you did, but why?”
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“I couldn’t put you on a hand, and I thought that you had finally had enough of me pushing you out of pots. It didn’t make sense, how could you have anything there when you checked the whole way?”
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“I took a risk, and I just figured that you would eventually try and steal it.”
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“I’m not even mad, kid. Well played, very clever. I salute you.”
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The dealer ships me Duke’s entire stack, plus the pot, and I toss him two green birds. I quickly start to stack all of the chips while I fold the next hand, and then I get up from the table, as does Chris.
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“Dude! What a sick fucking play! What in the fuck! Triple checking quad aces?!!?!?”
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“I know, right? I was waiting all night for that moment. I got stupid lucky that he called. I have no idea why he called me with Jack high. I mean, I heard what he said, but still, why? How?”
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“You figured him out, dude. Plain and simple. Really nice play, I’m impressed. I don’t think I could ever have triple checked that.”
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“Thanks, Chris. I think it was just the Adderall. I just felt like I absolutely knew that he was going to do exactly the same thing that he has been doing all night. Whenever he senses weakness, he bombs the river. I wasn’t expecting him at all to call my shove, but I knew that if I bet into two players while out of position, on an ace-paired board, after calling a 4x 3-bet from Duke with the button cold calling, they would both fold.”
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“That actually makes a lot of sense. Great play, dude. Seriously, that was just sick. Let’s get out of here and see what the other guys are up to.”
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Chris and I cash out, and we leave the poker room. I ran $500 up to about $2300. Chris booked a nice win himself, running $500 up to $1.1k. We both tipped the cashier behind the cage $10 each.
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The two of us are still wired from the Adderall, but now only physically stimulated, and not at all under the influence whatsoever. Sleeping is not going to be an option, so we decide to head back to my room, and get to work on polishing off a few beers.
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I insert the keycard into my room’s key slot, and slowly open the door, as I hear a circus of ruckus coming from inside the room.
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All of the guys are inside — Theo, Brian, Max, Scott, Rich, Derek, and Joe — they’d gone through two bottles of Smirnoff, a bottle of Jameson that Rich had brought over, a 24-pack of Coors Light, a ton of the weed, and had now moved on to blow, which one of Chris’ buddies had scored from someone in the casino.
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As far as I knew, none of my friends had ever done coke before. I certainly hadn’t. Everyone seemed to be really enjoying themselves, though, and who was I to judge? I had just played an intensely long poker session on some drug I had never heard of before, I won a bunch of money, all was good, and so I just went with the flow and chalked it up to an isolated incident on a vacation-like casino trip.
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I asked my boys who had lost the most money, both as a way to settle the bet, and to make a subtle brag about how much I had won playing poker. I wasn’t surprised at all — Brian was the biggest loser, totaling a net loss of a measly, yet exact, $100.
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He was by far the cheapest person out of all of my friends. He would always argue down to the penny when it came to splitting checks, or getting reimbursed for fronting money for a purchase. Indeed, he sure was cheap, but he wasn’t at all stupid. He made sure that the other 3 guys — Theo, Max, and Scott — lost less than he did so that he could come out ahead on the bet. Of course, he took a gamble by not knowing the status of my winnings, but the worst that could happen was that he would either lose $100 or book a win taking a gamble with it. The 4 of us each paid up, $50 each, and he offset his $100 loss with a $200 gain, for a net profit of $100.
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We all continued to drink, I tried a few lines myself, and everyone stayed up until the upcoming evening — it was now time to go gamble again. So, what did we do? We drank even more, smoked a blunt, and finished off the 8-ball of blow.
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The 9 of us were thoroughly bombed. Any and all traces of our decision making skills were completely distorted.
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Joe was playing $100 flips with Derek — they would cut a deck of cards and whoever cut to the higher card would win. Rich was playing beer pong with Scott for $50 a match, Theo, Max, and Brian were playing $20 rolls of C-Lo with dice that they had bought from the gift shop, and Chris and I were having a pipe dream discussion about how much we were going to win playing blackjack in the next hour.
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About 30 minutes later, all of us, while undoubtedly lacking full consciousness, head down to the casino floor and make our way into the pits.
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This time, I brought my entire roll, and so did Chris.
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The first thing we did was stagger over to a roulette table, only to sloppily introduce ourselves to the dealer.
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“Hey sweetheart, listen, we need your help. Black or red?”
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“Are you trying to ask me whether I think you should bet on black or red?”
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“Ya, of course. You know how you’ve been spinning that ball. Black or red? Which are you feeling?”
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Chris and I both take out our rolls and count out $1,000 each.
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“Whatever you pick, sweetheart. If we win, you get 10%. If we lose, you think you could get us a comp for 9 to the Wildflowers restaurant?”
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“Put it on black, boys. How about we just concentrate on winning for the time being?”
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“Let’s do it! $2,000 on black!”
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With a quick flick of her forefinger, the dealer launches the tiny ball into motion, and it begins to spin around and around the track of the roulette wheel. The dealer waves her hand over the table to close the action.
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“No more bets!”
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To be continued…
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Next: Inside Underground NY Poker #10

Hello, friends its Cameo Stark again, I know its been ages and well let's say life has been crazy for me.
With getting into and starting college I will say that there are a lot of crazy things you see. Though college is kicking my ass with my schedule I absolutely love it and my mental health has never been so good. While being rather broke and balancing family life, writing a book of poetry I want to publish, and school, of course. Beyond this there is one big issue I deal with.
I have to ride a bus for 2 hours each way to get to school, meaning I spend 4 hours a day every day Monday to Friday on a bus. That's 20 hours a week on public transit and if I want to go places on the weekend that adds more time because even though I'm 18 I can't drive. I meet a lot of crazy people on the bus and some amazing people. Warning this story is a tad long so bare with me.
This ongoing battle with this new beard has been going on for a month now. It all started on a Monday, after walking to the bus and waiting in the blistering hot California sun I hopped on and moved my way to an empty seat. Now, I am the type of person to always leave the seat next to me open and keep my bag in my lap because 60% of the bus's passengers where I am from are old ladies going to the casinos to play bingo and get there free 5 dollars on the slots and I hate the idea of them not having a spot, this day I had a feeling something was going to go wrong. Once we got to the next stop there was this monster of a man and in all of his glory, I saw his neckbeardiness before the smell hit me, Axe, smoke, and body odor. Of course, in a moment of genius, I silently placed my bag next to me and had it take up a seat but it was no use. He sat right across from me.
Let me describe him and his outfit. He was huge, like walking planet huge, I was shocked his legs could hold the rest of his body, he had a long greasy reddish-blond mullet (Something I have never seen in California) and a distorted Dragonball tattoo on his leg. outfit. A Minecraft shirt that was not covering his enormous gut, a pair of trademark neckbeard khaki shorts, fingerless gloves, a leather jacket, and... a fucking... pinkie pie fedora. I live on an Indian Reservation you don't see people like this on the reservation but there he was getting on at a random stop just outside the rez. I couldn't help but take a look at him in horror- big mistake. Moonhorse... Sango... Moonherd... Big mistake- HUGE MISTAKE.
Before let me give some context to who I am and what I look like for those not acquainted to my other stories
I am a 5'6 overweight girl that has mastered the art of slimming myself with the right amount of layering. Most recently I have lost some weight and grown a bit more into my adult features so I have been a lot more happy with myself leading to my putting quite a bit of effort into my appearance and growing dramatically in confidence. The day of this incident I distinctly remember I was wearing a black dress with some skull print tights and a denim vest covered in spooky pins because in my family September and October are allll Halloween prep. This description may seem a tiny bit unnecessary but it gives context later
Back to the story. The neckbeard we will call Busbeard catches my eye and tips his fedora at me. I give a half-hearted dead inside peace sign and start texting my mom about the smell. Then he spoke.
Busbeard: Good Morning Beautiful
Cameo: Morning.
Busbeard: Do you ride the bus often
Cameo: Mhmm
Busbeard: Where are you going
Cameo: Final Stop
Busbeard: Oh how sad im going to Popular casino that's almost at the end of the route
Cameo: Cool. Hope you win.
Busbeard: Do you gamble
Cameo: Uh no. I leave that to the tourists.
Busbeard: Oh so you live close by?
Now, this channel has only made me smarter so I just kinda shrugged at this person instead of giving my normal proud to live on the reservation speech most people get since being known as a rez girl gets you at least a little street credit. I attempted to listen to my music but he spoke up again.
Busbeard: What are you listening to
Cameo: The Kinks
Busbeard: Hehe I've got kinks
Cameo: What
Bus Beard: Nothing nothing
I just kinda let my resting bitchface takeover as I moved my backpack to hug it to my chest as I listened to music. Just as I thought it was all over he noticed I had fandom pins on my backpack. I love pins. Crappy pins, buttons from any event, expensive pins, and lots of stupid shit is pinned on most of my fun clothing. My denim vest is covered in various skull, magic book, curse word, and cat pins but my backpack has a lot of conversation starter pins. I have a Packman Pin, A Galaga pin, X-Men, a few spiderman pins, a batman pin, a Boston Red Sox Pin, A few Saints pins (WHO DAT), pokemon pins, My hero academia, Fairy Tail, and my favorite a large Kermit drinking tea pin. Of course, he saw the anime pins and piped up again.
Bus Beard: Omg you like anime!?
Cameo: Ya. It's cool.
Bus Beard: What's your favorite
Cameo: Pokemon
Bus Beard then laughs at me softly: Pokemon isn't a real anime love.
I, of course, look at him with a lifeless expression and shrug: Okay but you know even if you say its not a real anime it is
Bus beard: No need to get hostile
Cameo: Not hostile just right
Busbeard got frustrated at this but he relaxed seeing my other pins and I couldn't help but internally scream as soon as he opened his mouth.
Busbeard: Oh you like Fairy Tail!
Cameo: Yeah. It's cool
Bus Beard: Erza is sooooo hot
Cameo: Yeah she is.
This thankfully threw bus beard off for a moment making him give me a look of sexuality questioning but of course, this doesn't stop him.
Bus Beard: Whos your favorite character
Cameo: Laxus
Bus Beard: But he's an Asshole!
Now... yes this character is a major asshole but I have a bit of a soft spot of characters who go on a power trip only to have their image of themselves be brutally murdered in front of them only for them to come back more humbled and human in a sense. But I knew that this got him with his probably partially incel mindset and the little demon in me boiled up
Cameo: yeah he's a jerk but he can change
Bus Beard: So typical of a woman
Cameo: So typical of a woman? How so?
Bus Beard: Women only want chads, not nice guys
Cameo: It's not like he's real its just a show
Bus Beard: Anime is an art form as a fan you should know that
Cameo: Sure okay
The bus stopped and my cane welding savior climbed on we will call him Vet because he's an old, grumpy, conservative army vet that yeah is a bit too old fashioned but under all of that he's open to listening to other peoples ideas and he's really funny and has been extremely kind to me. He reminds me of my grandfather and since I lost both of my grandfathers and one grandmother in 7th grade he's honestly filled a small part of my soul missing my own smoking cursing conservative grandad.
Vet: Good Almost Afternoon Sunshine
Cameo: Good Morning Sir.
Vet sits next to me and points at my tights and then my pins
Vet: Its only September and you're already dressing in Halloween gear?
Bus Beard: She can dress however she wants
Vet straight up ignores him looking at me for an answer
Cameo: I mean if Christmas gets to takeover November its only fair October can take over September
Vet: Well damn sounds logical to me. I mean im already old enough to be a mummy so I'm spooky enough. I've never seen you in a dress it looks nice on you. Look kinda like a spooky doll but you look pretty
Bus Beard: My lady! Why do you let this old hag talk down to you and harass you so
Cameo: I mean hes not-
Then Vet cut me off and the beautiful no shit giving roasting began
Vet: Cause she could be my grandkid mind your damn business. And take that dumb hat off, that fucking pony shit is meant for little girls, not fat creepy-ass slobs. You should be fucking walking wherever you need to go maybe you would lose some damn weight- also you smell worse than the boys in the mud back in Vietnam take a damn shower and mind your own damn fucking business you creep how old are you thirty
Bus Beard: B-but you were-
Vet: No buts here only my ass and you can fucking kiss it. Now leave me the fuck alone.
After getting warned by a trying not to laugh bus driver at the next stop Vet apologized to the driver for the language while snickering. Luckily Bus Beard stayed silent and redder than a cherry and ready to cry to his mommy about the mean man on the bus interfering with his m'lady. I was very excited to see that Vet and Bus Beard got off at the same stop where there was no bus driver to stop Vet from unleashing his rage. The rest of the trip went smoothly and I didn't see Bus Beard till the next Monday.
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Well to Moonhorse if you are reading this I hope you enjoyed and I have 3 more stories with this specific beard and one or two may or may not involve a savage grandma. I hope to find time to send in more stories about the beards, and other crazies I've met but beyond that, I want to say thank you for being a constant pillar of entertainment and support in my rough times. I know I'm not as active as I use to be but I want you to know I'm still here and I still love you and all that you do for this community. Till next time you crazy horse, Cameo Stark signing out!

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It's been a tough week on the exchange. A very negative market means that you wouldn't be blamed for being unadventurous and sticking with safe picks. With that said, our analysts are bold, and have the following recommendations for you:

• BUY
  
• Aleister Black: They say no man is truly good, and no man is truly evil. “They” have clearly never been on Squaredcircle. Mall Goth Heath Slater is big money this week, with a mountain of untapped Sumerian Death Squad matches and promos still to be rinsed dry of all joy by the angry fun sponges next door. Sure, he’s not cut a promo and has only faced jobbers, but SC has never overjerked anyone at that stage in their careers, ever. So it’s fine. He’s also not a Satanist, you fucking casual. Black candles, satanic imagery, and coming up out of the ground like a corpse make him an occultist, and that’s apparently that's different and very important if you’re the sort of person who starts shrieking if your chicken tenders aren’t cut up symmetrically by mother.
  
• Jinder: Week one and Wreddit is tipping in full favour of the Mid-week Masala (shut up, it’s close enough for the pun to work). A fresh face at the top of the card with as many talking points as he has spots on his shoulders. There’s a ton of mileage in Gurv & Harv, too, especially when Randy is throwing them around. You can rinse these guys dry until the inevitable Punjabi Prison match in the next couple of months.
  
• Gargano & Ciampa: The two vanilla-est of midgets did the surprise heel turn angle that literally half the board saw coming this week. So half the roster got sports-entertained, the other half got to feel smart. So there’s mileage in slagging the one with the shit beard and no hope of ever holding a belt on the main roster, and praising the one with the nice hair who has no hope of ever holding a belt on the main roster. DAE Glorious bomb? DAE Shared apartment? XD XD XD
  
• British Strong Style: WWE's raiding of the underneath of bridges in England came to fruition this week, as two men who looked like they were made of left over parts were allowed to smack the shit out of each other in the middle of Takeover for a half hour. SC fapped themselves dry, then bloody over their movesets and workrate, which they will 100% be allowed to bust out in the three minute slot they're given repping 205 live on Raw in six months time. It's time to post every tweet, GIF and shittily shot YouTube promo video you can find for that "I look like my sister is also my mother" karma.
  

• RISKY MARKETS
  
• WhatCulture: The tide is turning against the four lads from the North who couldn’t wait to be better than you and ignore your tweets. Despite burning through whatculture’s money like an Arab prince at a casino, they’ve somehow managed to fuck up their cast iron business plan of hiring big international names, putting them in an expensive venue, paying a crew to film and edit it, then putting it up for free on youtube for mouthbreathers to leave comments like “FIRST” and “LUL PLUMPY” under. I know, I don’t understand how they aren’t all millionaires either. Anyway, this is roughly the 63rd time this year they’ve had to put out an apology or explanation video that disguises the very simple fact that they have less business acumen than Montgomery Brewster, and the audience is growing weary. The 12 year olds will still downvote you and argue they’re funny, but posting during school hours will see -10 reasons why you should bother.
  
• Nakamura: After WWE did everything they could to ruin his push short of dressing Ziggler up like Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffiny’s at Backrash (it’s funny because it’s lacist!) SquaredCircle has decided it’s edgy and cool to make him earn his spot, despite creaming their jeans over the end of Smackdown. The uncertainty is shortlived, but for right now expect a few “Why do people even think he’s special?” and "he hasn't been impressive in WWE" comments from people who stay inside all day in case mummy stops drinking long enough to feel like hugging them today.
  
• Indiasplaning: What, saying that an entire country are stupid marks is racist? Fuck you. They are. I never get worked. Or on the other hand, allow me to share with you how I am not like other wrestling fans, I am enlightened and I understand that brown people also have mouth breathing fucktards amongst them who over analyse all the joy out of other people’s opinions to fill the gaping holes in their self worth. Either way, posts about Indian fandom are as tired as a five day old pakorah. You might feel a little bit better about yourself, but it's unlikely.
  

• SELL
  
• Critical thinking: Sigh. As we reach peak-post-wrestlemania, the board is as bitter as it can possibly be. Old hands are jaded at the backwash of excitable new posters, who are in turn desperate for the buzz that brought them in before Wrestlemania, but unable to find it. Instead, they’re channeling it into desperately proving that they belong by picking fights and pulling apart any post they can find that doesn’t match the prevailing circlejerk in the thread. Like the school bully’s best friend, the amount of AKERSHULLY that happens in every thread is at an all time high. Forget firing off a casual reply whilst taking a dump like 80% of Reddit. You need to spell, fact and triple check your post, and then still be prepared to be told how your opinion is entirely wrong anyway because you got the font on Jinders' belt's side plates wrong or something, as if that was ever on any planet in the space time continuum worth correcting someone over.
  
• …Dive: …Dead, more like. No karma left in this, everyone's bored.
  
• Le Mods: Sure, they sweep up the mentally deficient ramblings in new, cut most of the spoilers out before they reach people and spend all day every day dealing with a mod mail queue that resembles playtime supervision at the day release center, but fuck them anyway. They asked for feedback this week and oh boy is it time for an airing of the grievances. You could do a better job. You know what’s best. If only everyone would do things the way you insist is the best on the messageboard that you spend ten hours on every day discussing your fake fighting soap opera. Those cunts. One day they'll listen. Don’t come to school tomorrow.
  
• Finn Ba(y)lor: He looks like someone sucked all the water out of Harry Styles, and when he talks sounds like the one girl who politely turned you down after your half hour monologue about the measurements of official championship replica belts. The jerk train has left the station for greener pastures, and Raw’s leather leprechaun is now not cool any more. Sorry. Consider other misshapen British dwarves like Pete Dunne.
  

That's it for this week. Tip your waiter, get some fresh leads and hit the skids, kid. Our analysts are here to advise you if you need it, leave a message after the beep.

Back in New York next month and Amtrakking it down to Gainesville FL in time for Suwannee Festival and the upcoming games! I'll be in various states in between then so if anyone fancies meeting up for a few pints and talk shit about FSU then be my guest. God knows I'm gonna be gritting my teeth through Tallahassee as each college kid moves their elbow in unison like a gambler pulling the lever on a slot machine, as they so desperately tell themselves that if FSU wins it will look good on their resume (pro tip: if you wanna make your resume look good, don't go to FSU)
Then they talk shit about the Cane's cos they laugh at the irony of Miami having a hurricane as their sigil, before whispering over eachothers feathered shoulders about their quarterback being unable to heal - a heartbroken bootleg wolverine who's bones are as brittle as the average fans GPA; crunching their elbows in unison to the same salute you see on cringe threads, thinking if they scream Go Noles loud enough it'll stomp out the irony of their feet above an indian burial ground, and drown out their own warcry as they realise their belts of OOOOOHHHHHHoooooHhhhhhhHhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhOHHHHOHhhhhhhh is literally the Family Guy of chants: Call me Meg but there's only so much pointless ear-fucking I can take from weird college kids and their weird panhandle Christianity.
Face it FSU, we all know you lot just guess and gamble the game anyway - may as well shut the stadium down and turn it into a casino instead. At least then you actually have a reason to churn your elbows and an excuse for representing Indians whilst still losing all your bets. Maybe you all should just change your sigil to Texas instead seeing as it's only a matter of time before the Hurricanes fuck you bible bashers up again.
Meanwhile Gainesville's football team are on strike cos their local Publix ran out of pub subs so now they're too busy trying to find the tears of James LeBron so they can summon Michael Jordan and ask him why cartoons like making fun of 'em. Sure, the Simpsons didn't actually go to Gainesville, but at least Michael Jordan didn't go OJ.
Imagine turning the letter U upside down and thinking you absolutely anhialiated the other team lol. Fuck them and their easily interchangeable letter. I bet they don't even simultaneously cry wank over Tom Brady every night.
Ps. Go Noles is just a spoonerism for No Goals.

I have been super swamped at work and haven't been able to sit down and write another story but things have finally slowed down so here we go.
When I turned 18 the first thing I wanted to do was gamble. When other kids were drinking and smoking in high school I was playing cards and dice. When other kids were waiting to be 18 so they could buy cigarettes I was waiting so I could go play at the Indian casinos. When others wanted to be 21 so they could buy alcohol, I just wanted to be in Vegas.
I was about 19 years old and all my friends wanted to go to Lake Tahoe for New Years. For those of you that don't know Lake Tahoe is a HUGE lake on the border of CA and NV. It's a great place to go during the summer and during the winter. The skiing and snowboarding is incredible and so are the summer water sports. Snowboarding was the hot new sport and all my friends wanted to go up to Tahoe so they could snowboard. I'm always down for a trip so lets go. We get to Tahoe, check in to our hotel party and drink all day and get ready to go out on NYE. The way Tahoe is set up is there is the CA side and the NV side. The NV side has bars and casinos and that is where the party is. Our hotel was about 1 mile from the NV border so we just decided to walk it so we can warm up.
We get the nevada side and I start getting distracted by all the tall casinos and trying to find a way to sneak in. The Tahoe casinos have security posted at every entrance to make sure that nobody under 21 can get in. I'm walking around and I look up to see where my buddies are at and I've lost them. The streets are packed and its almost impossible to find anybody. I walk up to one of the security guards and say hey I just want to check if my buddies are inside. He says ok go ahead.
Once I got in, I was like HOLYYYY SHITTT. I AM IN! Fuck my friends I'm going straight to the BJ table. I had 200 bucks on me and that was my entire roll for the trip. I find a $5 table and take a seat.
I buy in for $40 because I didn't want to lose my roll and I wanted to keep some money for snowboarding, drinking, and eating for the rest of the trip. The table was empty. I started playing heads up and I was winning 4/6 hands. I would win 4 in a row, lose 1 or 2 and then win 2-3 in a row again.
The table started filling up and I was getting hammered. The drinks just kept coming and the we were winning like crazy. The table was yelling and screaming every time the dealer bust. There was a group of people hanging behind our table just waiting for an open seat.
Midnight Hit and we all celebrated with a round of shots. I was a heavy drinker at this time and could hold my liquor (at least I thought so) but other people at the table started falling down laughing. Everytime the deck was finished we started yelling "THIN TO WIN THIN TO WIN". So the person would cut the deck thin (i never understood this because its half-full half-empty type thing). The cutter would cut it thin, the whole table would cheer.
Then the dealer would bust and everybody would cheer and the chip stacks would just keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
I had ran my teeny weeny $40 up to over $900. For 19 year old me that was a lot of money. $900 could last me 6 months. I was eating ramen and value menu items during the week and here I had $900. It was going up and I promised myself if I hit $1500 I would stop and cash out. I could buy drinks for all my friends and still have plenty left over.
The run continued and we keep winning. We would drink, dealer would bust, we would cheer, and stacks kept growing. I ran my $900 up to $1300.
This whole time I was betting $25 and $50 for the dealers and they were winning. The dealers were loving our table and we were loving them.
I counted at $1300 and started getting excited because I was almost there. Then, the deck turned on us.
7 card blackjack for the dealer, 5 card blackjack for the dealer, no busting on 15s and 16s and we started getting our ass kicked. People start leaving the tables, new people sit down and they leave after a while. The table had turned. THe house edge was coming to bite us and I was stupid enough to think I could beat it.
As it got later and later into the night the janitorial staff started coming out and cleaning. I tipped one of the janitorial staff $40 and told the dealer "you know these guys work hard too and they deserve tips also." I'd love to say I did that because i was nice guy but I really did it because I had some sick hope that being a nice guy would turn these decks around.
I was down to about $300 and I decided I needed to re-up so I could bet like I wanted to. I pulled out the rest of my vacation-roll and put it on the table. The dealer finished shuffling and handed me the cut card.
"Here we go . . Thin to win"
First hand dealer BJ. FUCKKK
It just wouldn't stop. Dealer hit 6 BJs out of the next 10 - 15 hands. It was 5 am and I was bust.
I mean completely bust.
I knew I had to walk back to the hotel because I didn't even have money for cab. I walked out of the casino and started walking towards the hotel but the wind and the snow was just WAY too cold. There is no way I could make that walk sober, plus I didn't really know where I was going.
I tried to call one of my friends and nobody picked up. I figured they must be passed out drunk somewhere. One other thing I should mention is that while I was partying at the tables my phone was ringing constantly from my friends and I kept sending them to voicemail...know way I was going to let them ruin that party.
FUCK..
That's what I get for blowing them off. I decide I should just head back in to the casino, maybe I can find change in the slots or something to get a taxi. I walk up to the door and security asks me for ID. I tell him I was just in there, I just forgot my scarf. He says sorry man I need ID.
I hand him my ID hoping he will just glance and let me in but no such luck.
Great.
Of course after I'm broke they don't let me in. FUCK.
I walk over to the taxicab station with the intention of taking a cab near the hotel and then just ditching him or going upstairs and getting dough from one of the boys. As I'm walking towards the taxicab station I see one of the dealers.
I had tipped this dealer easily 2 - 300 bucks. I run up to him and say "hey man, helluva run huh?"
I think he could smell the stink cuz he says "yea, sorry man I'm in a rush"
Me: "Well look I don't want to take your time but you know the cards turned on me"
him: "yea it happens, you still got out of there with some cash right?"
me (i knew i got him here): "no actually I'm broke, like broke broke and I need to get back to the hotel. I'm gonna freeze out here. You know what's crazy I'm not even 21 I don't know why nobody checked my ID.
him: "yea that's security's job not mine."
Me: "oh no I wasn't implying...I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just pissed at myself. hey look man I hate to do this but I'm 19 and I'm broke and freezing you think you could give me back some of that tip money just so I can get a cab? You earned it so I'm not saying all of it but just like 40 bucks."
him: fine man I'll give you 20 but thats all I got.
me: thanks man! thanks a lot.
I get in the cab and give him the hotel name and I watch the meter.
I'm hoping the cab ride is only like 13 - 15 bucks I can pay the cabbie, tip him a dollar and have at least a few bucks to show for it.I start watching the meter.
$8
$9
$15
$17
We are getting closer but damn that meter goes up fast.
$18
Fuck ok just around the corner
$19
$19.15
OK thank god we are here.
$19.30.
I throw the $20 onto the passenger seat and run out of the car, up the stairs and into the hotel room. I wait to see if the cabbie is going to get out but I figure no way.
He drives away. Damn. What a shitty night.
My buddy wakes up and says "guys timetosuckit is here."
First question - "did you lose or win".
me - "FUCK I got my ass kicked!"
They all break out in laughter, evidently they had a bet going on whether I would come back a winner or a loser. Half the group said winner other half said loser.
They all knew exactly where I was because they all knew me. Of course they asked if I had any money left for the trip and I said Nope, I'm bust. Don't worry about me guys I'm just gonna chill here and watch TV and sleep.
The friends weren't going to allow that. One of the guys stepped up to pay for snowboarding, food, drinks, etc.
The deal was I was basically his chauffeur for a month when we got home and I had to bring him snacks twice a week. Essentially he could call me anytime twice a week for a month and I'd have to get up, go to the store, get some shit, and bring it to him.
Fuckin blackjack.

Here is a link to my stories, and here is a link to The Matador Review's newest issue which is quite good—I especially liked Lucy Palmer's surreal flash piece "Friendly Fire".
I had kind of forgotten about this first story as I sent it off soon after writing it, got a quick acceptance and haven't had much cause to think of it since. I am including the second flash piece they printed at the same time called "A Cold, Dark Place" which was a much older and many-times more edited so it was still very familiar (bonus points if you notice the parallels to a certain Hemingway story).
I hope you like them, and check out Matador Review.
"THE LAST HURRAH"
When he was six the circus toured to the town near the commune where his family lived and his parents told him it was ungodly and he was too young which he already knew to interpret as it being too wonderful and they too poor. After it moved on his parents wouldn't bother punishing his curiosity so he roamed the dusty straw-strewn grounds like an archaeologist, another word he would never know.
The circus-folk were very tidy despite the mess their animals left and it was a full afternoon of 'walkabout prayer' before he stumbled on the smallest speck of circus paraphernalia, but when he found it, he knew it was IT.
The Cygnet Circus's logo was the only thing left of the charred poster—a young swan in flight—as if the otherworldly artifice had been scoured away with brimstone leaving only three legible letters:

 | Y N | | U | 

Had he seen the whole poster he may have become entirely sure of a different calling, but the large portrait of Malvolio—the circus's star attraction denoted as the 'funniest man in make-up'—had been burned by the clown himself, who had been cursed with a brain that considered much too much at all times.
Instead, the boy thought 'why not me?' and knew 'not me' was not in the eternal shuffle of cards for him. All week their morning prayers had been about witnessing signs of the Lord every day.
*
Whenever anyone happened upon his flapping he would quickly turn it into fits of holy spirit and the other Folk would shake their heads at how he had received an unfortunate touch from the Lord and counted themselves lucky for their bouts of tongues or their deftness handling serpents.
The circus finally returned in the summer of his fourteenth year and despite all his flapping he had only left the ground under his leg's propulsion or when shoved from behind by another of the Folk, which happened bi-weekly at least.
And he once more found assurance in The Words, as all that month their daily morning prayers were focused on piety and blind faith but most importantly, about the Lord's message being everywhere.
In town, the bright cyan flyers advertised the last hurrah of Malvolio, a clown known the world-over to be the cure of any ill. The boy did not see the flyers, but he heard tell of the circus's return and that was the only prompting he needed, aside from the life he experienced among the Folk. He would certainly not have believed the clown capable of such a feat, though he would be doubtless of its divine veracity as a sign that, in his heart, he knew what he must do.
On the last day of the circus the boy climbed the clock tower looming over the big top and flew.
On the ground pacing nervously, Malvolio the Clown, trying to defend his mind from the temptations of nihilism, saw the boy leap. He knew, that if there truly were infinite universes as many theoretical physicists believed, in one of those universes the boy's earnestly flapping arms would sprout angelic wings and he would lift off over the circus that night reborn—yet despite focusing his entire being on willing his consciousness into that universe he was left to this existence and the inevitable cycle of clean-up and break-down.
"A COLD, DARK PLACE"
The two slot reps working the dollar slot machine area had gotten to know each other over the past few weeks. The older rep was a quiet, passive man, while the younger was brash and talkative. The older rep was sensible about his money, and the younger rep was frivolous. Of course, the younger rep made more money in tips because he hustled around the machines talking to everyone he could so he could make that money, so he could spend it. The younger rep was bound to his lifestyle. The older rep was too, though not in the same way.
"What do you suppose is going on here?" the younger rep asked the older above the ding-pinging of the slot machines.
"What do you mean?"
"These machines," he nodded at the velvet roped-off Wheel of Fortune cumulative jackpot island, "they're reserved?"
"Yeah."
"Is it a bigwig Tribal thing or something?" The younger rep shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking around almost to the point of being frantic.
"No, it's probably just the jackpot chasers." The older rep just looked at the jackpot sign above the island, steady at $184,821 without anyone pumping money into it.
"Jackpot chasers?" The younger rep centered his gaze on the older rep.
"Yep."
"What are they?" the younger rep asked, tapping his foot. The older rep sighed.
"Well, they're this team, a group of guys who go around to all the Indian casinos and play the cumulative jackpot slots until they win."
"What are they, just a bunch of rich guys with too much time on their hands?" The younger rep began scanning the room again, letting his shoulders slump for a moment.
"No, just one rich guy, he gives the people their bankrolls and they go out and play till they win. If it takes twelve hours, they’re here twelve hours, then they get a cut of the profits."
The younger rep stopped his foot and looked back at the older rep. "They get to keep a percentage?"
"Yep."
"But, aren't slots usually too tight for that? Wouldn't they usually just lose a bunch of money?"
"That's why the casinos let them reserve the machines. They'll put ten thousand dollars in right away, a thousand in each machine, and put them on auto play. When that runs out they start feeding in hundreds. The casino thinks they're making out like bandits, and so do the chasers. But, they're both rich, so I guess it works out."
"He just gives them all that money? Why wouldn’t they just split with it?"
"He’s not just giving them the money without…"
A jackpot interrupted the older rep, and sent the younger rep off like a schoolboy chasing the bell. It was the I Dream of Jeannie machines, so the older rep knew the jackpot was $15,000, and that the younger rep would probably get a couple hundred dollars, and probably spend it all on booze that night.
The older rep thought about the stories he'd heard about the chaser who did run. He'd seen the kid about a month before he disappeared, doing what he was paid to do, though apparently not paid enough to be content. The kid's eyes were everywhere, he was sweating and checking every machine every couple minutes. Usually the chasers are very calm, collected, not wanting to draw any undue attention. The casino liked them that way. Professional. When he hit after two hours, something like a hundred thousand, he didn't tip the rep or the cage, also strange. The cage cashier said that the chaser had been skimming, and the bigwig got word. Supposedly two brawny guys looking out of place in golf shirts and khaki shorts followed the chaser out of the casino. He said they put him in a big duffel bag, then wrapped it completely in duct tape and buried him alive somewhere in the Cleveland National Forest, close to the reservoir so that the moisture would make him decay faster, identification harder.
The older rep didn't necessarily believe the story, but he could believe it. He could see it, feel it. Being wrapped tight, then put in a cold, dark place, no clue if a bullet was coming, or a knife, or if maybe it was just a warning.
A service light went on in one of the All American 7's islands, so the older rep walked quickly over to it. He hadn't quite reached his self-set quota of $50 for the night's tips yet.
The older rep passed by the Wheel of Fortune island half an hour later and saw the younger rep talking exuberantly with the chaser, a middle aged man in a nice, but not too-nice, navy suit. The chaser kept nodding his head, keeping strict eye contact. After a minute he reached into his jacket pocket and gave the younger rep a business card. As the younger rep turned he saw the older rep. He quickly put the card in his pocket and hustled toward the next jackpot.
The sun always shocked the older rep's eyes when he left a graveyard shift. Too bright. Too warm. He drove home at his usual pace, and made his usual 9AM frozen dinner. No matter how many times he tried to fix the vertical blinds, the sun found a way through, laying bright glowing slats on the wall that his head faces as he tries to fall asleep. The air conditioner blows only hot air, circulating the dust around the room in a slow, oblong current.

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