i recline in the backseat in the 84 bmw soft leather seats JonHandsomes girl pivots and shows 1/3 of her breasts and asks hows things going with your suger momma as we drive off ,i pause and say you know its been 8 months i think im ready to settle down with the lady ,JonHandsome smirks thru the rearview and laughs your sleeping with the old broad becouse shes cracking the nut ,lol,i look over as we drive downtown to the PLAZA and say no i think i had a apithimy i want to settle down help her run her business ,i think i love her ,JonHandsome looks disgusted his girl with a 1 in a million beutyful slightly ageing face tears up as like most strippers/high-end prostitutes long to hear those words ...as we drive up to the Plaza she looks back at me and smiles with her stunning sad eyes and rare beuty ,i think this is my new life a professional gambler.

we walk thru the PLAZA to a suite and find the same people that we met at he MGM steakhouse obv minus the asian kid whom is in Malibu playing for us at the big game we are privy to hourly updates via a cell phone from a priviliged rail-bird there a assortment of platter s and lots of booze the one old ring leader shakes my hand and says he could ue astand up guy like me on a bingo scam hes running in Florida where he s been making over a hundred thousand i stuff some cold meats in my mouth and look out the window and think about running downthe block to goldengate for a sandwitch and ome cheap hrimps and a pickle

The first 3 hourly updates have the asian kid donking off 3/4 of his starting stack my 4k investment is now worth just under 1k and the plaza suite has taken on a funeral type of sentimet ,i light a smoke and say well it was a long shot those marked cards would be in play as obv the kid has not won any hands with the chip the group of backers look defeated already ,quiet ,drunk ,moody the cell phone rings out the asian kid is short stacked and he ripped up two decks of cards i smile and think effin clever everyone at the game think hes on life tilt while he looks for the magical transparent cards i look at JoHndsome and his girl and think these two are mis-cast they shoud of been doing something else with their movie star good looks and brains then this small time swindles i down my drink and think these people are effed up

For the bighitter; what a ride, what a life!

MOAR!!!!

Try Helsinki Casino: Need to become a member, no baseball hats, no jeans and just like you no one speaks English (including the dealer).

That rides got bad intentions written all over it. Keep em comin bighitter.

well apparently my new threads are deleted ,now i know none ofmy threads were ..........does tomwan like stuff or not threads .........mine were instead dumb threads that touched a chord or hit a high note with many real old -school degens ,i feel i painted a accurate picture ,sure its not pretty but my intention were raw real depiction so if my thread here gets locked my story never gets completly told and thats fine but my insights and stories are gold and the mods of 2plus2 can kiss my bum.I will leave you bighitter with two of my fav toast actally 3 first one .... I have taken more out of Alcohol then it has taken from me ....great spirits often recieve violent opposition from mediocre minds....einstien .........i forgot the other one ......hmmmm..good luck everyone mrwong has left the #@#@ building baby!!!!!!!!

stay in the game big hitter

Different people feel differently about your threads. The detente is that you stay in this thread and they don't close it or ban you.

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mrwong I read this entire thread in the last week or so, and I find your stories very intriguing. I think most modern men look at how you've lived your life and feel both disgust and jealousy.

You have no official education, no meaningful career, no wife or family. Some would say you have wasted your life and have not accomplished anything of significance. You have nothing to show but experience and a million killer stories.

You've spent most of your life living in the moment, doing whatever feels right at that time - seducing tourist women, making a living playing good poker against bad players, always with a cigarette and cocktail in hand, never afraid of putting down a good bet if the price is right and the edge is there. You've made mistakes, seen the highest highs and the lowest lows, but tomorrow is a new day and you're still here fighting your heart out to live every minute to its fullest. You're the man. A true lonewolf bighitter style oldschool poker player.

I think every man has a bit of that spirit in him. We all wonder what would have happened had we stayed a lonewolf and took every breath like it could be our last. No plans for the future, just live for the present. Have another beer, smoke another cigarette, try and seduce the hot college babe or play poker until sunrise. A part of every man wants to live a life like that, and there you are doing it. Kudos my friend.

I'm a middle-income married soon-to-be father. My wife and I plan to be great, dedicated parents. My indulgent nights of playing poker, or knocking back cocktail after cocktail are few and far between nowadays. Hitting up strip clubs with friends is now just a memory. My sense of responsibility is rising, and to put my own desires ahead of my family's is rare. I am very happy with my life and my future, but knowing the true meaning of change leaves a slight sour aftertaste.

Reading stories about your lifestyle has been a satisfying, fun outlet to the monotony of my day-to-day life.

I particularly liked the homegame story where you fought the porn producer with tourette syndrome, put it all on the line twice and went from robusto to busto to robusto.

I would LOVE to read more. Please don't stop just yet. Ignore those ****ers who want to sabotage this thread by critiquing your work. I know you have a million more great stories to tell and I know I'm not the only one who'd love to read them.

Cheers brother.

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Haters gonna Hate

Mr Wong I/we have already lost a great of the lonewolf style this Year(Mr Ulliott) & he would have approved of you're life as indeed i do, the kids here cannot appreciate the life on the road as a old poker pro.
At least u know when times were hard u didn't cry on the internet, instead u lite a blackcat, swaggered to you're local & drank till the sun came up or till another bright eyed lady came along.
U may have lost a fight or to but you're winning the WAR!!!
I'm gonna have a we dram for U 2nt, smoke a few B&H & remember how the good times always outweight the bad.

LONEWOLFSTYLE FTW!!!

Well ,i thought i would resurrect my blog here but firstly i raise my drink to the nice sentiments from many people here a shot of ballentines says alot but thats all good.
My shrink whom is a student shrink tells me to write a journal as my life has been colored apparently by self-destructive addictive dilutive self inflicted trama that i thought built old school character .
Heres a quick update on my new story ,now this happened in 95 when i was a young buck and the new MGM..........

yessssssssss

ok quick update 1995
GOOD FRIEND comes up with a plan to sneak marked cards into nose-bleed cash game in malibu .
Finds border -line autistic player to stake brings in backers with big monies to launder.
GOODFRIEND has beutiful stripper/hooker girlfriend and bad habits and big debts.
i have a sugermomma that puts me up in a place in exchange for drunk fueled mature encounters shes running a 100 million dollar business 17 years older.
this new life has me intriged and repulsed ,i represent myself as a booster and try and sneak 2 decks of marked cards in a pillowcase of antiquities to quite bad people that run this huge game.
Myself and my team put up all of our monies on our asian player in hopes the marked cards give him dealerchip edge ,we hear updates the big game from the PLAZA on Freemont hourly updates from a railbird i walk to GOLDENGATE to buy sandwitches as we are stuck big ,i lit a blackcat smoke and walk back into the suite.

now were at the 8 th hour and my 4k stake is worth 800.00 everyone else is in much deeper ,our asian horse has ripped up two decks as he tries hard to draw the marked deck i sit back and think the kid has heart as i hand JONHANDSOME a ham on rye i take a sip of gin and tonic lit another smoke and breathe in the sour mood from desperate people ,my older sophisticated cali lady tells me that degen gamblers are souless lazy scum i tell her im going to be just that some day ,but somehow better.

Big hitter it's been a week! Quit slow playing!!

This will probably come across as a sick brag, but I received the highest compliment of my time on 2+2 recently in a private message:

"Even before the recent hints (tv thread title, rast big timing you) I inferred you were behind the bighitter. You gave the 500k sweat some personality, and it's cool to see you expanding your writing. I know nothing of you, nor your goals, but I wish you luck in your guerrilla journalism endeavors. To dirty women & clean sheets."

I tried to deny but the 2+2er was insistent. Anyway, I just want to go on record that, although mrwong has certainly inspired and made me who I am today, I would never dream of stepping into the bighitter's shoes.

im going to pause my story the one from 94 most of those involved are dead ,im not proud of my involvement with those people but youth offers little discretion.
I would liketo discuss a dream as you get old you get more reflective it bleeds thru and comes out in dreams and it colors your remaining few years.

tHE DREAM UNFOLDS with me kneeling down putting bundles of cash in a shoebox and walking to a construction site where a house is being built I hand over bundles to a contractor whom builds a 3 story house with the main door 3 levels up and a outside staircase to gain entry every day I wake at noon I walk over and give him a shoebox of monies wrapped in 1k bundles with elasticbands old school style .Now the days flow a sick creature of habit I play cards all nite deliver another shoebox ,drink,sleep with chubby ladies my days peppered with degeneracy and narcism and futility .

One of the reg at my game in my dream is a newly retired barber with a wife a handicapped son this man has been a casual poker player for years but he blew his vaca bankroll for his family and hes on life tilt eroding away his 100k savings everyday he hemerages 5 bones to a g-note like clock work ,he was never a great player but a good rock predictable player whom evolved into this unwell degen spewing out monies.

Lets call this guy Nick as the months go by he looses everything he has in his life ,house,wife ,son as myself and others continue to take and take ,Nick soon becomes homeless out of guilt I tell him im building a house we walk toward the construction site and I give him the key .Nick smiles at me pats my shoulder tells me im a stand up guy walks up the outside stairway opens the 3rd floor door and falls 35ft straight to the mainfloor that's when I wake sweat and rapid heart pounding pain I light a smoke but only can produce 1/3 puffs I look around in my studio alone I try and cope

Sammy Farha?

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