beyond epic

i wake up on the hard tile floor of the ENCORE washroom a bundle of towels for support i run a nice hot bath sink slowly into the tub i lit a smoke i can hear mulytple differnt young female voices that all share a sour sentiment towards me one says ....what are you doing bringing that old creep back and effin him it makes me sick and my skin crawl another says get him out of our bathroom now a 3rd voice expresses concern that she bought breakfest and paid the cab here from the airport ...i try and tune this out like bad static on a radio and enjoy the moment as maria pipes in and says listen i was drunk you guys i told you i dont do wellwith hard liquor and hes not that old the others disagree i get out of the tub slowly towl off and grab a pink razer and have a shave ....as i get half way thru my shave one of the loudest broads pound on the bathroom door ...get out of here now mister before i call ..........i open the door naked with a quasi erection she turns spellbound i politely inform her im not finished my shave as she gasps and leers quietly at my midsection and cack

as i spash cold water over my face i think damn good shave i turn on the little washroom tv on to mute out the negative sentiments about me and the petty its your turn to buy lunch at fashionshow mall ....i go on search thru some high-end beuty bags you know the type and pull out some condioner for the pompadour but seemingly cant find anything to prop up the hair do i look thru a few other bags and bingo -baby paulmitchel leave in condioner hmmm yup that will work as i dig it out i can tell by the weight effin empty i unscrew cap look in and out slides a fairly chubby bankroll a new hundo on top rolled tight like cheech/chong duby i thinkin a easy g-note or more .....i then look in the mirror and say out loud sometimes being a lone-wolf is not always about doing the right things ....i then think look at the thinks i did right here in the ENCORE washroom to Maria if i was a sextrade worker this would be my pay-cheque hmmmm i grab the roll tuck in under the sole of my prada 3/4 leather boots and walk out to say goodbye to the trust fund longisland entitled trolips with swagger and style top three undone... gold herringbone chain showcased along with my matinee idol smile ......

as i step out there are 6 of them they all look at me like im some kind of low-life ...i look at Maria and say hey baby gimmie a ring and we will sip slow and live fast out here in the desert even though i gave her fake number to a fake condo ...one of her friends stands up and asks ...how old are you ...i reply cronalogically she cuts me off and calls me creepy and tells me Maria 23 and im old enough to be her father i add that its karma that when i was 23 i slept with many 50 year-old broads she threatens to phone security Maria looks away the group tell me to eff off i get the hint and walk out thru the hallway and quickly out the door across the street thru the mall thru TI to the Mirage where i chill under the round large glass skylite i order a girldrink splashed with gin and pull out my BANKROLL 12 hundred i take a long sip look down at the fake brietling it says noon i look up at the sky lift my drink one last time to a old buddy and think life is good baby....

King niche?

how is this not a 5-star thread???

as i walk slowly down the dark road i can feel JB s glare ...u know we could of just booked a win tonight and took a $6.50 cab ride home he looked at me and called me effed in the head ...i looked at him and said .....even the most primitive society has a inate respect for the insane as i tighten my grip on plastic bag full of large cans of soup i see a running 77 ford thunderbird with garage door headlights 60 ft away im terrified now and regretful .....someone post a pic of this bada$$ front view of car thanks...

New undertitle: not governed by fear.

I this thread, so much, right now.

as we get a bit closer to the running thunderbird i think JB is right whats the effin point of this ,enough macho western bullchit ,i tap him on the arm lets head back out of here away from these guys now ....as i turn and take a couple steps i see a flash coming at me i instinctively put out my left arm and feel my forearm snap in half but still remain slightly connected the bat then grazed my head and finally crushed my collerbone i swung the plastic bag of soup cans overhand high and laid them out perfectly on the top of his blad head it blew out a divot of skin the size of your hand he took the devestating blow still standing his black coal eyes looking in disbelief like how could you do this to me ,why in a suprised shock ...........he took 3 large steps back the soup cans flew the bag gone the blood started to fall over his face like a waterfall covering his black coal eyes he dropped in a sitting position i fell to my knees and covered my head and screamed out i looked up cradling my broken arm he fell back on his head the blood was everywhere covering his face

I knew the thunderbird was up going to be trouble for bighitter mr Wong

good lord

i walk into one of my favorite local LV bars ,dingy ,fireplaces ,retro jutebox and sit at the bar riddled by depression as Winston Churchill refered to it as the black dog well that dog is sitting on my lap .I order hamn beer and gin and tonic i look down at my fake brietly its 5;45 pm and my good friend manhatten matt is meeting me at 8;00 ,im trying to renege on playing this home-game in henderson a 30k min buy-in that represents my entire life bankroll all i would have left would be 875.00 and a 40 year-old condo thats it for 30 years of being a pro-poker player .I look at my reflection ...designer everything with bling prada and louis vuitton gold harrinbone chain high-end fake brietly gold ,i feel like a international playboy but i look at my 18 month log of poker sessions and realize a cruel moment of clarity im making less then a g-note a month and now i committed in the midst of the drunken hour my life roll ...im like mike mattasow on HSP these guys have a edge moneywise ... i need to think of a excuse i take a long look at the female bartenders bum and think oh how i love the simple things in life and take a long swig ............

a hour goes by and i think ,,,, its hard when you give your word to renege ...maybe i will sell half my action as these guys we are playin are bad players ....i plug the jutebox emotional rescue and hangfive no despardo by the eagles the epic lone wolf mantra i order another round for myself and think Matt wouldnt be in vegas with-out me as i was privy to some insider info on a notable starting qb s ankle he change his bet after talking with me and won 19.5k as a result he later rolled that into a MGM studio condo paid in full ,this cemented his role as a lasvegas local giving up on his wallstreet asperations and turning down multyple career s offers that only a ivy league college degree in business creates ,i leer at the young ladies bum and reflect on the byproduct of years of grinding rub my face and live the moment regretful and painfully with piss and vineger....

i look down at the fake brietly its 7;45 i order another round the bar is filling up the ambiance of the 3 fireplaces is comforting i stand up and plug the jutebox as Matt and his broad walk in we sit at a large table she looks like sienna miller beuty effin amazing 22 year-old cali girl from Eureka Matt shake my hand and says ..hey bighitter its showtime tomorrow at noon you still in right ........i look at him and sienna and say oh yeah for sure as i choke on the words ....your goin to crush this game baby !!!!!!!!!!! WE SIT DOWN manhatten matt is clearly pumped about this home game i look at his broad and think wow this is the hotest broad i ever seen he continues to talk i ignore and then he says .....you know what baby when i get old im going to be just like this guy ,hes a icon he banged 600 broads in this town ,im going to look like him im going to be just like him she looks at me and smiles ***** a eyebrow good for you mister ...i lean in and reply Matts wrong i slept with over 800 broads we all lol but let me tell you something baby i never slept with anyone as captivating as you not even effin close as i rubbed her cheek ....she clearly touched by this sentiment lit up like a xmas tree excused herself and went to the washroom

as she leaves i look at Matt ..buy 50% of my action tomorrow i have 200k in CND uranium companies .....he looks at me and says i cant im bring 70k thats it for me two buy-ins .......he then adds the uranium spot is too low the uranium margins are pinched russians can make monies off 15.00 a pound western countries cant ,japan is sitting on millions of pounds no upside coil spring you better re-think that move bighitter ....i sit back take a sip he looks at me and offers to find a backer but he will want to rail-bird i decline thats fine bighitter f ^@ it im in ...we toast he puts his arm around my shoulder come with us to the bank bellagio we have a table i decline they leave after seinna gives me a long hug i sit back into my booth order another round looking hungry and perplexed and full of dread....

where in the **** do you come up with this ****

This man has a beautiful mind. I look forward to updates. He needs to win in this game for Sienna. Old and broke equals creep. Old with pocketful of hundreds equals creep but I guess that's ok in places like LV.

i wake up in bed alone just like most mornings ...hungover awoke by a violent coughing spasms and nasue so severe it would make a bald budist go to a stripclub ...i look at the vomit all over the floor the stomach acid eating away at the paint i slowly walk to kitchen table pour out a triple hit the shower and i iron a crisp white dinner shirt put on summerwind by sinatra polish my prada boats pour another drink this time a double lite a smoke put on the fake brietly and gold chain take along look in the mirror and say.....baby you gonna kill this game you goin to steamroll the table book a nice score ....time to man up stop being a p%ssy ...i grab my valice full of 30k in bellagio chips my bankroll /liferoll $750.00 and head-out to meet Matt at ELLISISLAND for breakfast and a strategy session despite the thin venner of bravado i riddled with dread and misery and nerves but i i hide it with swagger and grace

Ellis Island is the Nuts. The pizza, the cheap beers, the diner. The women with just the right amount of mileage. The bighitter trifecta when you consider the easy walk to 7 eleven and the hindu t shirt shop.

Something tells me this Henderson home game is not going to end well for the bighitter.

This thread is pure awesome. This guy is either unintentionally hilarious or he's intentionally leveling? I just can't tell. But I'm interested lol

This home game tangent is the pinnacle of the thread thus far.