i spend the next 6 days drinking alone in my studio ,struck by depression and guilt i awake by loud knocking like a bad effin dream in slowmo Jonhandsome kicks in the door i look up he yells ...LETS GO NOW ... i say eff off im in no shape ..HE GRABS AND SHOUTS ASIAN KID .....you know ...well hes GONE YOU..............you UNDERSTAND GEUSS WHOS NEXT ............. RIGHT THEN HIS GIRL COMES IN BEGS ME TO LEAVE I SAY NO ...i dont care anymore im stayin here they look at me like im crazy Jons nose covered in blow lights a smoke and says they wont just kill you it will be worse i lay on my cot and ask for a smoke lit it and say ...i dont care ............

Jon sits down beside me as his girl hits a crazytown mode hespeaks slowly and reaches into his sportscoat he gives me a fxn40 handgun with one in the chamber two in the clip he looks me in the eye and says there be more then two guys for sure ,my back against the cinderblock wall facing the broken door 7ft away half under the kitchen table the cloth moving in the wind ..Jon gives me his best smile ....your a stand up guy ...it feels good like a blanket even in my state of mind i hold the handgun to the door his girl screams lets go theres someone out there i take a long swig my depression is dissapating to anger ,i raise the gun again this time to my temple and i think eff that back to the half open door after Jon and his girl run out ....im ready i may go butim not going easy

hours go by i pee my mexx sports pants as i tip my ballentines the gun feels good my thoughts are muffled ,it turns dark the door half open its a converted old motel so theres a community walk way and noise i know there coming the marked cards were a bad idea but my girl taking her life colored my thought process i really didnt care anymore even my 18k BR 11 FT AWAY i just couldnt leave maybe i thought i deserve this and its my poetic fate i put the gun again up to the door as it seems too quiet

i really make peace with the fact i dont want this life anymore as i drink what have i done ,the asian kid was a good guy hes dead for what cheating a pokergame its now after midnight i put the gun to my temple the smoke dangles as the door blasts open wide ...IN MOTION A GUY RUNS TO ME FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER ITS LIKE WATCHING A MOVIE I FREEZE WITH FEAR THERES NO NOISES EVER DESPITE LIVING ON A NEAR FREE-WAY I TURN THE GUN FORWARD

i lower my face over a nice bowl of wonton at that chophouse next to the V pokerroom i take a deep breath ,smell the soup and manipulate my pompadour as i recline back and feel good about my 150.00 winning 5 hour session a true coup if you realize i was down 150.00 ......as i take my first sip i see a familiar guy a old LA friend of charlie sheen i met at binions 150.00 deepstack 20k sat tourny he smiles and barks out Charlie loves your effin blog i look up and say Charlies a renassance man ....mis-understood like me i follow up with a mocking laugh and put a half a springroll in my mouth

this is great mrwong, please dont ever stop posting

anxiously waiting the rest of the story

well i started a new thread last nite on whether or not we as poker players are insulated from mental illness and im not talking about being a kook as iam one but im talking progressive mental illness .In my theory we have as poker players lived thru more peaks and valleys then the average milkman ...see my point ,we may may be colored by this life and suffer isolation,depression ,solitude ,hopelessness but poker has re-trained our minds to absorb ....i lit abutted out smoke ......you know what winston churchill said .....there gamier when ressurected ....... look thru my seigal weekly window humbly smile at my reflection and at you and say life is good baby life is good.

you know i write this as a raw account of my existence here .....i am a walking cliche smalltime grinder let me show you my pad here step in bighitter ....well um this and this ....and that have a seat as i pour you a ballentines neat ...............now,recently i made love to a 50 year-old lady a segway into my topic from before ,now this is a intrigue tale a professional lady accountant ,hold on while i get a drink kingcan ohh put on pause now ...you are currently watching wong tv on 2plus 2 we have a teck problem

Well apparently my views are restricted to my thread here ,thats ok i have been treated like the fat girl at the prom by the mods since i call the one guy on to meet me in a phonebooth he retorted with a sarcasm spar...........anyway hold on i have a point.

That point being some of these threads i mean ....samcricket does he like stuff ....or samcricket found a girl......people this does not stimulate my mind ,it does not give my mind a quasi-erection wondering does phil ivy like stuff.....im the real deal here i live in a weekly ,used to grace the lasvegas country club in my better days as i documented many pages in this thread earlier i think in detail but i may touch back on.

The jist of my thread is to touch on a real poker players life ,i mean theres no lear jets or 5 stars hotels but theres 35 year-olf waitresses and physical disputes behind the platinum strip club .In my opinion being a longtime small stakes grinder living in east-central vegas has given me acute perseption and governed me to be the man that i think represents poker infact in my honest take on things the'noteables' ARE SOFT ,and i dont really think much of them as men but my stories reflect more sweet and sour that men of character digest you know bighitter ...i have something to say that the noteables dont.

okay ....i am going to raise a glass in my seigal suite here ................heres to never meeting anyone you would rather be .....................now my stories of late fragmented ....which one should i finish ,one involved me in grifter role with marked cards back in 1995 when the new MgM WAS BUILT with all now deceased people ,another included a short story about picking up a waitress at a quiet off strip joint ....let me see have a another drin

okay firstly is anyone reading my thread ,i cant believe the thread does samcricket like stuff trumps mine.Anyway the question looming in my mind does the strong US DOLLAR create a potential problem for Vegas or our fragile eco-system

This right here is real poker.

Finish your stories.

thanks Reveen heres a guy that wants to sit down have a drink and talk about real chit not whether ivy likes wool or casmere .What do you think Reveen about this US dollar hurting the Vegas poker scene thru less tourism ,i mean i see it there less drunk people at the tables ....why is the federal reserve painting a skeewd picture and jacking the currency,its not good for many in this country.

the reason i ressurected my thread is the mods are sleeping ,im hoping to engage passion will vegas suffer with a strong currency ,could it slide like AC ...

The "tournament pros" of today are for the most part boring fake nerds who were lucky enough to bink a tourney or two early on in their careers before variance had a chance to catch up and bust their roll. With an early bink or two they then have the benefit of being propped up by sponsorship or backers who have 99/100th share. Gambling LOL. The worst part are the fanboys who fawn all over them.

Great question. Actually mrwong I'm an international from the overseas who visits Vegas once or twice per year. Personally I put all my small stakes cash table winnings into a USD denominated bank account so the foreign exchange rate doesn't affect me. Gotta protect that grinding capital. With the recent ~30% decrease against the USD your regular overseas tourist isn't visiting any time soon.

Reveen ,you sir hit the nail on two points ,now this guy has something to say thank you!
Soon the entire euro trust fund snotty crowd that are walking cliches of upper americano drunk over-confident spewing monies and a entitlement stench ,but dont get me wrong there at the Bellagio more then the V and YES there good for business.
Reveen can we make a buck off the LA SCENE as that seems to be the thing in and around the Cromwell which doesnt have a pokerroom but is full of monies from LA ,are we losing the EURO scene ,what about CANADA as they pay a 30% PREMIUM .

What i like to know is why is it paramount for the federal reserve to pump the US DOLLAR ....what if we end up like AC ...WHAT IF I NEED TO FIND WORK ... i have no skills ,many fasinating people like myself ,square peg in round hole ...

Been checking this thread daily since the spring bighitter. Hope you'll finish the story about the off strip pickup. Bartender, wasn't she?

Strong currency probably does hurt Vegas. But that's not the only thing that hurts Vegas, in my humble opinion as a once-or-twice-a-year visitor.

Here's the real problem: gouging the visitors. Vegas used to be the home of great deals, and now it's a place where you feel ripped off everywhere you go. Ridiculous resort fees, jacked up bar and restaurant prices, incidentals, shows, airfares and rental cars during events, etc., etc. Super annoying.

The last few times I've visited, I've enjoyed it less and less. Another observation: my friends and family who are longtime Vegas visitors all say the same thing. It's becoming increasingly difficult to find folks who want to go!

I miss the old Vegas feeling, where it seemed like you got great fun at a fair price. Now I just feel like a mark.

Competitiveness<intelligence. Just cause you want it more doesn't mean anything. The competitive aspect reflects in how one prepares, studies and hones in on their craft. Just because you think you're more competitive means nothing. When people say their competitive it pisses me off because it's obvious. Everyone that plays a game where the end result is winning or losing is competitive. It's how you prepare which ultimately proves your competitiveness.

your right frommagio charging resort fees is a problem when half of any resort is comped -off the resort -fees subsidize the free-rollers .Contrary to popular belief most of the comped rooms are small-players infact i was running hot off comped rooms so much i would use my Ti ROOM KEY TO SLEEP AT THE POOL when i was grinding at nite for weeks and then live off my room comps. Not really fair for people paying extra to prop up the ,but thats life.

You know i was going to finish my story about sleeping with a waitress but then i thought how pedestrian ,i thought i would talk depression example the black dog hold on im going to get a drink

You know i have slept witgh probably 250 women but im 50 and most of them were 2 s but i tried hard ,hardest working guy in town .People afTeR a while theres more to life like YOU KNOW THEN POOON.....wheres the effin ark......im still here grinding away feeling like maybe just maybe the universe is angry at me .