As non-thread related as you can think of, but it probably makes sense what you wrote.
I'm not an American resident so I don't know too much of this and whether your judgement is righteous or not.
Just googled both involved and G. Zimmerman seems to be somewhat more injured than you described, but definitely nothing life threatening.
All I can find of T. Martin are photo's where he looks like a tool, working the middle fingers every time.

America is crazy bro...

Fall of "The Bull"...

It had been one day since I was eliminated from the 2013 World Series Of Poker.

I was sitting inside the P.F. Changs restaurant located at Planet Hollywood in Las Vegas contemplating what I was about to order when I heard my cell phone vibrate, which meant another text message had came in. I didn't even want to look at it out of fear that it would be another one of my backers telling me how worthless I am. When I read the words, "All in on pocket 8's? God, you suck kid."

I thought to myself, "Why didn't I just turn this god-damn thing off?"

Eventually, the waitress came to take my order.

I thought, "Finally. Someone who has to be nice to me."

I then went on to order the dinner sized portion of Mongolian Beef even though it was lunch time and pre-ordered my desert, which was going to be The Banana Springrolls dish that had cinnamon ice cream sprinkled with caramel.

I was really looking forward to it.

I was also feeling a bit like Fat Bastard, who said the famous line...

"I eat because I'm unhappy, and I'm unhappy because I eat."

Which was slightly true, but became even more so when the waitress pointed to my hat and said, "Back To Back World War Champions? Are you that guy from Detroit who road tripped all the way to Las Vegas for the WSOP and got eliminated on the first day? Oh my god, that is you? You must feel terrible."

She then went on to try to make me feel better with some small talk, but all it made me want to do was order my fat ass a lettuce wrap or a couple egg rolls in addition to what I had already ordered in an effort to try to eat the pain away. As I sat and waited for my food I decided that all attire associated with the "I Am A Bull Ready To Run Wild On The 2013 World Series Of Poker" thread was going to have to be retired.

I was now a joke in this town, in the poker world, and in the online poker community.

The new Doug Lee.

In fact, I heard rumors swirling that Doug Lee, Ice Man, Backpack Steve, Tony "Big Charles, Phil Hellmuth, Annie Duke, Howard Lederer, Lock Pros, and all of poker's other villians were spotted at the Spearment Rhino smiling, laughing, dancing, smacking one another five, and having fun talking about me.

Their conversations must have been about the fact that poker had a new toolbox, a new horrific failure, a new degenerate story, and they could all hold their head up high again now...

There was an everlasting punchline that was walking the Las Vegas strip.

All I could think about was sweat dripping from the Ice Man's forehead, him leaning in to snort some high quality cocaine off a stripper's ass, and then him emerging from her soft white skin with a sinister smile that spans a mile wide.

The fake whiteness of his teeth and the bling on his headphones makes me sick sick sick.

That's when the thoughts about killing myself first started to set in, then I heard my phone vibrate again. I thought, "****. ****. God-damn it. Why can't these people just leave me alone? I tried my best in that tournament." I'm a glutton for punishment, though. So, I checked to see who texted me this time and it was none other than my biggest backer, Ken Lawson.

The text read, "Hey, I read your hand history from the WSOP. You played great. You'll get them next year. Today you should come over to Marquee Day Club at The Cosmopolitan and have a few drinks on me, though."

All of a sudden, I started to feel better.

I even found myself starting at an attractive woman's tits as she walked in with nothing more than a bikini top + shorts on. This reminded me of how proud I am to be an American. Imagine if we lived in Pakistan and the girls showed significantly less skin.

Sometimes we take the little things for granted...

Anyway, I finished my meal, paid the tab, and made the waitress promise me never to take any **** from her bosses.

I advised her that while the restaurant management may be her authority figure, they only make around 50k a year and slave away fifty five hours of their life a week to do so, and she shouldn't have sex with any of them.

I promised her that she was attractive and told her if she ever ended up dating a loser or if things ever started to go south for her in life that she should just dress up nice, frequent upscale establishments and meet a rich man that would like to take care of her.

She then smacked me because she thought I was degrading her, but as time goes by she'll eventually understand, so I still left her a 20% tip and went on my way.

When I arrived at The Marquee Day Club I was wearing The American Flag robe and Ken Lawson had reserved some premium cabana space. While we surrounded by polite, beautiful, and fun Marquee Day Club staff we spoke about life, politics, business, family, etc....

I found out that Ken was an internet marketing guru, a fierce entrepreneur, and also the co-owner of a MMA gym with Bas Rutten in California. It's no wonder the fine selection of waitresses were drawn to him. VH1's "Pick Up Artist" would have definitely said Ken is a "Leader Of Men" and that's what most ladies want.

As Ken assured all the ladies he was a happily married man, I thought to myself, "I've really met some incredible people on this trip, I am blessed."

I like to surround myself with stand up dudes and I could tell Ken was one of them. One by one some of Ken's other friends started to pour in slowly and I was quickly introduced to them all. As Ken went off to speak with some others, I was left to mingle with his friends and this is where I must have said or done something incredibly wrong.

For when I was taking a picture of the $2500.00 bar tab, I felt a powerful finger poke into my shoulder blades and Ken asked, "What the fukk do you think you're doing?"



I tried to answer and was cut off with, "What do you think I am? One of those douche bags that posts pictures of his bar tabs or the food I eat on Facebook?"

I said, "No."

He said, "Good, because I don't hang out with tool bags like that either!"

His point was well taken, I didn't even mean to say a word, but as I looked behind him I saw a middle aged asian man laughing and it was none other than Doug Lee himself.

The only thought that could come to my mind was, "What the ****?"

And I must have blurted it out because the next thing I know I could barely breathe.

Somehow, someway, someone had sneaked up behind me and put me in a rear naked choke. As I gazed closer into the crowd now forming around the cabana I saw all of those who I heard were laughing about me at The Spearmint Rhino the other night.

As I felt myself sinking into what felt like a dark, hot, mound of flesh, I looked down at the big black forearm that was choking me out...

When I saw the platinum bracelet there was no doubt left in my mind.

The Iceman had a hold of me and my ass was about to be "Froze."

One by one, the poker villains came up and kicked me in the balls.

I swear, if I was that guy holding the "Kick Me In The Balls For $20" sign on the strip I would have made at least $500.

Thankfully, Ken had chose to humiliate me in a public place and the bar staff didn't let it go on too long.

I stumbled my way out of The Marquee Day Club and was laughed at all the way out of The Cosmopolitan. I was an idiot to think I had really made any new friends. I felt old, worn, tattered, and dirty as the man who has ringworm, crabs, lice, and a nasty heroin addiction. Scars up and down his forearm from years of tapping the vein. I was cast out right to where a failure like me belonged, into the streets.

Over the next few days heavy drinking, degenerate gambling, and all other sorts of debauchery I'm too tired to get into ensued.

I lost everything, even "The People's Robe" was stolen.

This occurred after I had lost my entire bankroll except for $15.00.

Why did I hold onto $15.00?

$10.00 for the cab ride back to Bally's because I'm too lazy to walk... even if I'm broke.

$5.00 to tip the cab driver to shut the fukk up and not talk to me.

One more worthless conversation with no substance was going to be enough to push me over the edge.

It turns out, the cab driver didn't like my attitude, though.

He pulled off to the side of the road, violently removed me from his vehicle, proceeded to pound my face with his fist, and then left me laying unconscious on the sidewalk.

I woke up to a nice old lady shaking my shoulder saying, "Sir, Sir, are you okay?"

I had sweat, blood, and vomit all over me.

As well as a piercing headache with a catatonic, dying, bloodshot eye staring through the cracked lens of my American flag sunglasses.

Yet, this tiny old woman who was all by herself found the kindness in her heart to say, "Awww. I like those sunglasses. I bet they looked really nice before they were broken."

"Why are you by yourself?" I asked.

She said, "I come here once a year by myself you know, it reminds me of my husband. We always used to have so much fun in this city. Just walking up and down the strip and seeing all the smiling faces makes me feel young again. It reminds me of the times when I was most happy."

She then went onto ask, "Why are you by yourself?"

"I don't know." I replied.

We started to walk back towards the strip and I asked her where she was staying.

She said, "Planet Hollywood, because I like to stay up late and play the slots! I know a lot of the young folks think I must be a crazy old woman when they see me up at 4am, but the truth is I just can't get enough of watching all the kids have fun. I wish my own kids and grand kids would visit me more. The truth is they don't come around much, though. I get lonely."

As we walked to Planet Hollywood, we talked more about life, and it saddened me to think such an amazing old woman's children and grandchildren didn't visit her more often.

It made me think to myself...

"Do kids and grand kids really think their parents or grandparents are that old and out of touch?"

"Do kids and grand kids really think their parents or grandparents haven't been through everything they're going through?"

Well, I can tell you this much...

If your parents or grandparents haven't been through what you're going through, one of their best friends, co-workers, or other family members has, so they'll at least be able to understand whatever it is you need to talk to them about.

Don't ever let someone who loves you so much not know what's going on inside your mind if you need to talk, trust me on this...

That train of thought ended when the nice old lady stopped while I kept walking. As I stood in the middle of the street, I said, "What are you doing?"

She said, "The sign says don't walk silly."

I looked and saw the red hand on the screen in front of me, it symbolized everything I hated about the world.

Fear, Process, Order, Control, Rules, Assimilation, Regulations, Laws, Conformity.

I wasn't about to obey it.

I walked back over to the nice old lady and asked, "If you were young and I was your husband, would you give a damn what that sign says?"

As she smiled she said, "Well, no. I'd probably be drunk and having too much fun."

I put out my hand, she took it, and she knew what I wanted.

We laughed as we crossed the street together.

After that, I finished walking her to Planet Hollywood, said my goodbyes, and then proceeded to head back to Bally's. On the way inside, I couldn't help but notice there was some sort of video game convention going on.

As I trekked back to my room I thought more and more about the old lady I had just met.
She was out in Las Vegas because seeing all the happy people walk up and down the strip brought her back to a time when she was young, happy, and felt like the whole world was still ahead of her. Perhaps checking out the video game convention would do the same thing for me. My Papa, Grandma, and Gram had bought me a lot of video games as a kid.

So, when I woke up this morning broke with nothing better to do in Las Vegas, I headed downstairs to check out the video game conference.

I found out it was actually The Evo Championship Series.

Essentially, The World Series Of Video Gaming.

As I walked around I enjoyed seeing many kids dressed up like their favorite video game characters, I enjoyed watching the kids play one another, and the fierce look of competitiveness on their face. They had every two player fighting video game you could think of and even some friendly spectator video game stations set up where you could play for fun.

This would have been a paradise for me when I was a young boy.

I decided that I wanted to get drunk, come back down to The Evo Video Game Championships, and then play some Street Fighter II....

Sadly, I had no money.

So, this lead to me walking out to the Las Vegas strip with a "Kick Me In The Balls For $15.00" sign.

Desperate times, call for desperate measures.

I ended up getting the $15 pretty quickly, but also got my ass beat from the guy who charges $20 to get kicked in the balls because I invaded on his turf and undercut him.

It didn't really matter, though.

My whole body was still kind of numb from losing everything over the last few days.

Soon, all the pain would be over, anyway...

I now had money to put in the penny slots, get drunk, and venture back into The Evo Championship Series.

When I finally hobbled my way back into the spectators section to play Street Fighter II, I ended up taking on a 300lb, 14 year old, asian kid with glasses and bad acme.

I selected Ryu and he was Sagat.

After the kid just stuck in defense mode for what seemed to be 60 seconds and let me unload a flury of hyrukens, sha-do-kens, and spinning kicks on him while blocking them all I could tell he was "Big Timing" me in front of his friends.

Although, he blocked all my moves...I still drained about 75% of his power bar.

The kid only had about 30 seconds left to defeat me, so I decided to return the favor...

I stopped attacking and went into defense mode.

As mighty as the kids offensive onslaught was with countless amounts of "TIGER" punch, kicks, knees, and fireballs he threw.... he couldn't drain enough of my power bar for the victory.

I had won the first round of three, looked back at his friends, gave a fist pump, and cracked a small smile.

All his people were kind of laughing at him.

I knew there were two more rounds to go and I had absolutely no chance of winning either of them, so I decided to do a little "Big Timing" of my own and said, "I'm done. Anyone else want to play?"

This move equates to sitting down at the poker table, doubling up your chip stack on the first hand you play, and then quickly picking up your poker chips and leaving the table.

It's as dirty and as scum sucking as pulling a "Hit And Run."

The young asian boy was furious, he pierced me with his eyes as he stared and said, "Why you leave? It's three round fight! You pussy?"

I said, "Woah slugger, settle down, I just wanted to play a round. I'm cool man. I want to walk away a winner."

The kid was sweating now as he screamed, "It's three round, not one round. Why you leave? You pussy?"

The second round of the fight had actually started now and the kid respected the match so much, he didn't even take a free hit at my character, in fact, he paused the game. If he would have stuck my character, he would have gave me a real reason to quit, but he was taking no chance of letting me walk away a winner by disqualification.

Then he went onto threaten me, "You no fight round 2 and round 3, we fight outside. Don't be a pussy! You know I defeat you!"

As the tensions were rising, more kids started to gather around and the scene looked like something out of the Michael Jackson "Beat It" video, but instead of a fight breaking out inside a parking garage, a fight was about to break out in the spectator section of a video game tournament series and I was surrounded by console gaming nerds.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B2wtC91_0U

When the kid said...

"I know who you are, you *** that wore American flag pants in The World Series Of Poker and lose on first day. Ha Ha. No Way I lose to you at Street Fighter II. Respect the match and finish, fight me in round 2 and 3 or you die!"

I remember thinking something along the lines of....

"Wow, this fat virgin asian fukk actually thinks he could kick me ass, what the fukk?"

The kid must have read my mind, because all of a sudden he snapped his fingers, and this hot asian teenage girl that I'd probably jerk off to wearing a Chung Li costume came out of nowhere and started making out with him.

After that he handed her his backpack, glasses, + coat, smacked her on the ass, and said..

"Wait for me over there. This only take one minute."

I tried to diffuse the situation when I slyly said, "So, you know who I am, then what do you think about this?" As I removed what looked to be a switch blade knife from my pocket, but released nothing more than a comb when I hit the shiny round metal button.

Usually this is a move that evokes laughter, but as puma shoe landed squarely onto my nuts I knew this was no longer a laughing matter and that I wasn't going to be getting paid another $15.00.

I instantly crumpled to the ground in pain.

The young asian boy then landed a plethora of kicks to my rib cage before I collapsed 100% face down onto the floor.

As I looked up to beg for mercy I could tell he had already finished with me because in addition to the girl dressed like Chung Li that was standing next to him, there was also another hot teen girl dressed as Cammy with her ass hanging out.

The two looked something like this, but ten years younger....

http://i40.tinypic.com/2lo40ua.jpg

As he looked down at me in disgust he said, "I go back to room with my two bitches, you go write grandma, ok, ahh ha..pussy!"

Then a copious amount of laughter erupted from all the console gamers who had just witnessed a grown man get his ass kicked by a child.

For a moment, I wished I had a gun and was George Zimmerman, I would surely have put a cap in this fat asian kid's ass.

But, for what?

The kid was right.

I was alone, I was broke, I had failed at everything I set out to do in Las Vegas, and on top of all that...

I was being a god-damned pussy.

I didn't want to face the kid in rounds 2+3 because I knew he'd beat me.

I deserved the ass whupping.

So, I picked myself up off the floor once again and came back here to my room to write you all one last time.

It seems I have 3 choices...

1)Jump off the Bally's parking structure.
2)Give up poker, walk off into the desert sun, find Tuma, and make something of myself.
3)Go back to Michigan, regroup, and find a way to start "The Quest For The People's Bracelet."

If you watch the first 1:09 of this video, you'll probably be able to figure out where this story is going....

If you watch the last 1:00 of this video, you'll probably be able to figure out how I plan the story to end...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtRkpk67wG4

If you research how James Dupree from Reggie And The Full Effect obtained his funds to produce his upcoming album, you'll probably figure out how I plan to obtain funding to keep the story going...

Over and out,

-LG

Gave you $50 so you could take a shot. I certainly don't feel let down for losing $50... I would be let down if you let this drag you down. I am happy you took the shot. Head up kid.

How much artistic license did you take with this last post?

That post marks the conclusion of this thread and all other active threads I have on these forums.

I wanted to wrap things up and take time to ponder my next move.

If I return, I will make a new thread in this forum and it will be my only active one on this site.

Leaving Las Vegas tomorrow...

Goodbye to all, for now!!!!

I have no regrets in giving you $100 to take a shot in the biggest tourney in the world. Good luck with whatever you decide to do next

Sent from my LG-LG855 using 2+2 Forums

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+1.

A poker blog somewhere would be nice to read. I want to hear about you crushing live cash and moving up stakes, eventually playing on High Stakes Poker when it returns.

It's been fun following your thread, Bull. I got .5% next year for the Main. Shoot me a text if and when you're coming to Parx.

yo LG,

My mind is really good at deflecting bad writing/acting/most commercials. I enjoyed the last one ^ especially, in the writing sense of the word.

I spent two weeks in a behavior center and was released today. It was the toughest thing I've gone through in my life.

I wasn't thinking of your time locked up, but I did think of others who've been in jail/prison. And how much worse it probably is.

Two weeks of suffering led to the first full beard in my life. And I appreciate the outside world a bit more now.

You spent a bit longer locked up. I'm pretty sure you've lamented your experience as doing the same. And perhaps being 10x the man after being let loose.

I don't know what happened to you once the main started - that's about when I was scooped by the cops.

What I do know is that I was scared I'd shared a hotel room with a monster.

Maybe I didn't. Maybe it was with just another human with similar aspirations, fears, etc.

Our back-and-forth was a waste of energy for both of us, I think.

But after my release from the hospital-

okay quick story time
Wandered into rich guy's back yard, sober, and the cops showed up.
Pigs: So, following the voices in your head again, perhaps?
Me: basically.
5 days later: **** my ****ing stupid ****ing self for getting sassy with the 5-0.

- I felt I'd grown even more than my Vegas trip.

Sure, I left the behavior center beaten down emotionally; eating nearly a dozen different pills at different times of the day, basically impossible to sleep, not knowing when it'd be over...It sucked.

Leaving Vegas felt amazing, even though I went nearly broke, lost all of my clothes (who does that, seriously?)

Leaving prison? jesus christ 100 days would've royally sucked.

Maybe you should write a book about it. It was there you got your foundation for cards.

Mine came in the form of my little group of high school friends, the kind of guys who put flaming bags of **** on peoples porch. We sometimes would leave a shopping card with stuffed animals with ransom letters attached.

I'd love to learn the English language better and write about my beginnings.

I'm sure you would too.

There's nothing out in the desert sun that makes it fun. Just a lot of hot weather, water, mirages, sometimes Jasmin for Aladdin pops in but that's usually a sign of hallucination and falling down for good.

I do hope that someday you high-tail it out of Michigan. I will too. The desert is reserved for only the strongest of men. And I thought I was strong three weeks ago, and perhaps I am in overcoming he past two weeks of hell. But I know I got stronger. And you will get stronger too...because I firmly believe I mean it and you mean it when we speak of questing for competition.

You have talent for things outside of poker. I do too. But I'm not gonna sit around and wait to find out.

Though I did tell the cops I was looking for my wife!

You're an American, and so am I. Someday we'll let our powers combine (cue title music) and take back North Korea.

Or trick Canada into doing something dumb.

Anyways, I just wanted to let you know I have some respect for you. .

Holding grudges is way too taxing for me.

You quitting message boards prob carries a similar weight as me quitting gambling.

What I mean by that is don't be surprised if I send a beer your way while at MCC!

Good luck in life,

This guy.

I want to hear more stories like the EDC and mom/daughter. Only more successful stories with a great ending!

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