18 years ago to the day this night happened!

[tgull]

I am not going to say why I remember this date, it's not important to anyone but me. But I was in the deep abyss of poker, underground poker and somewhat depressed about the anniversary night. I was living in Texas and poker was illegal, so in order to play live you had to play in a club. To say a club, this was literally in a strip center next to a Korean grocery store. It was a door that looked like, well nothing. You opened the door and it went into a small room, opened another door and fuck man it was like 10 tables, tvs mounted, full kitchen, etc.. Totally illegal and like 40 players and I'd guestimate $100K on the tables.

I brought $1000 and in the span of 3 hours I busted. So here is where it gets interesting. I needed to get more money and I was told there was a 7-11 with an ATM across the street. I was pretty drunk. And so I managed my way across the street and used my ATM card, but the $500 I wanted declined. Turns out I hit my limit for the day, took $500 out at 7pm and it was like 11:45pm so I had to wait.

So there was a bench outside the 7-11 so I figured I would wait until midnight because that would be the next day right? So while waiting minding my business a dude sits down. Now behind the 7-11 there was a truck stop where semis would park for the night and I assume sleep before hitting the road. Guy strikes up a conversation with me and I engage. Next thing I know he is asking if I like soup. I am like yeah, who does not like soup. He says he has a burner in his cab and wants to know if I want to have some soup with him. I am like woah, not interested. To his credit he walked away.

I decided at that time to cut my losses. I mean $500 was not going to do me much at midnight. I stumbled to my car, and something was not quite right. There were two suspicious looking cars backed in call it instinct but I walked past my car like I was just walking through the parking lot. There was about 2 blocks away, a Motel that was a private hotel, it looked like a Motel 6 that lost its license. I paid for a room, $40.

Turns out the poker room was raided an hour later. Players had all their money confiscated, lots of arrests. I went to my car around 10am and was asked what my car was doing there, some straggler cop was still there. I simply said my girlfriend parked here because the motel parking lot was filled up and she took a cab to work. He knew I was lying but obviously could not prove anything so I hopped in my SUV and drove home.

Tight.

[NickyPipes]

Very interesting post. You were playing poker for a living then? Are you still?

[tgull]

Very interesting post. You were playing poker for a living then? Are you still?

Nah never played for a living although it seemed like that at times.

[limitles]

This nerd is so in need of a life he has these decade old memories down to the day.
pathetic

Jewdonk exhales better stories in his sleep

[tgull]

Final story, but this is where your life flashes before your eyes. I was in Shreveport LA. I just got hammered in the pits, and was very drunk. I had a room, it was about 3am and had about $400 left. I started with $2,000 and you know how this goes. I sat down at a $1$2 table hoping for a prayer. Well the prayer did not come, once again I got flushed and told the player, a rather larger black man to fuck off.

I wear contacts, and going to my room I remembered I needed my overnight bag which I had forgot. I went to my car and grabbed my bag and guess who and his buddies are behind me? I apologized and said I had an aggressive form of cancer and they gave me a pass. I very easily could have been killed but quick thinking got me out of it.

Couple more points. When leaving in the morning I left the most beautiful turd in the toilet. When leaving I told the maid who was in the next room I left her a little something. I am sure she thought it was a tip. I still laugh about that.

I was still drunk when I left Shreveport and on my way back to Texas I stopped at a Holiday Inn on the LA/TX border and slept for 14 hours, no joke.

[limitles]

Your epitaph will read

Quite a ride
I was drunk

[tyde]

First off, DID NOT READ obv

secondly, why even bother because even without reading a single word of that massive wall of gobbledegook, there is literally a 100% chance of everything you just wrote being completely made up bullshit

[tyde]

If you checked bottomsets Google search history, the most recent inquiry is….

‘fake stories for dummies’

[tgull]

First off, DID NOT READ obv

secondly, why even bother because even without reading a single word of that massive wall of gobbledegook, there is literally a 100% chance of everything you just wrote being completely made up bullshit

K, thanks. Get your eyes fixed Tyde. Pretty soon you won't be reading this message board or any message board.

[mickeycrimm]

Hanging out in truck stop parking lots and restrooms? Lot Lizard.

[limitles]

I am not going to say why I remember this date, it's not important to anyone but me. But I was in the deep abyss of poker, underground poker and somewhat depressed about the anniversary night. I was living in Texas and poker was illegal, so in order to play live you had to play in a club. To say a club, this was literally in a strip center next to a Korean grocery store. It was a door that looked like, well nothing. You opened the door and it went into a small room, opened another door and fuck man it was like 10 tables, tvs mounted, full kitchen, etc.. Totally illegal and like 40 players and I'd guestimate $100K on the tables.

I brought $1000 and in the span of 3 hours I busted. So here is where it gets interesting. I needed to get more money and I was told there was a 7-11 with an ATM across the street. I was pretty drunk. And so I managed my way across the street and used my ATM card, but the $500 I wanted declined. Turns out I hit my limit for the day, took $500 out at 7pm and it was like 11:45pm so I had to wait.

So there was a bench outside the 7-11 so I figured I would wait until midnight because that would be the next day right? So while waiting minding my business a dude sits down. Now behind the 7-11 there was a truck stop where semis would park for the night and I assume sleep before hitting the road. Guy strikes up a conversation with me and I engage. Next thing I know he is asking if I like soup. I am like yeah, who does not like soup. He says he has a burner in his cab and wants to know if I want to have some soup with him. I am like woah, not interested. To his credit he walked away.

I decided at that time to cut my losses. I mean $500 was not going to do me much at midnight. I stumbled to my car, and something was not quite right. There were two suspicious looking cars backed in call it instinct but I walked past my car like I was just walking through the parking lot. There was about 2 blocks away, a Motel that was a private hotel, it looked like a Motel 6 that lost its license. I paid for a room, $40.

Turns out the poker room was raided an hour later. Players had all their money confiscated, lots of arrests. I went to my car around 10am and was asked what my car was doing there, some straggler cop was still there. I simply said my girlfriend parked here because the motel parking lot was filled up and she took a cab to work. He knew I was lying but obviously could not prove anything so I hopped in my SUV and drove home.

Tight.

[limitles]

If you’re not high in some form you should be.
That was pathetic grandpa. Verbal diarrhea.
Being wasted is your only excuse
Spoiler, no one cares

The life memory you choose to share was a piss up

[tgull]

Here is the second crazy story, literally one month later. Same scenario, underground poker room. Same deal, strip center. Total front, walked into the place, open up another door and fuck man a palace. 5 tables, mounted TVs and literally a buffet. Get this, they had a men's and women's bathrooms with like 3 stalls a piece. I say that for context because name a place outside a gas station that has something like that? This was a strip center with normal businesses including a pizza place two spots down.

So I played all night, and at 7am I busted. I had two pair and this fucking guy spiked a club on the river and flushed me. I was a huge pot, over $2,000, I was fucking pissed.

Here is the deal, I walked out at 7am and who walks into the strip center? The OWNER of the company I was working for. I was literally 20 feet from him. Two doors down was a satellite office we apparently had I had no idea existed. I was frozen in fear and asked the owner of the club to wheel my car out back which he did.

Here again,a week later the place while not raided, closed suddenly. Apparently some player who lost a lot leaked it to the cops so the owner just took off apparently.