ok sit down bighitter have a drink on me thats it have a smoke im going to put on some pinkfloyd the final cut as we drink balletines and tap water from my bugsysegal weekly furnished tap with the perpetually sheen on the bathroom floor from the leaky toilet .Heres to taking more from liquor then its taken from me ...and heres a story

a big part of lone wolf poker grinder womanizer life plays out in a non descript lounge not a nite-club ,i mean i went to this east central little dive for 10 days straight sitting always excet once in bar stool #3 during this time i drank hahms and cultivated relations with the female staff

one nite i felt tensions between me and a 21 year-old beautiful girl from yuma arizona a stunning broad so i bought her a drink knowing that she was done a shift at 8;00pm the staff told her as she finished her float she looked quite uncomfortable and repused by the notion but since the eyes were on her she sat next to me and sipped her drink and this was all i neeeded

she looked like a young michele phiffer but a little lost damaged with a permenant raised eyebrow she smiled at my advances and i ordered her another before she said no...i charmed her and she asked ...what do you do for a living as she slid the straw between the gap in her front white teeth she paused and her raiseed eyebrow and pushed up breasts with a glaze of sweat ...i told her im a poker player i followed with a hollywoid smile of gold windowed teeth looked at my relection in the bar as a goose was pulled down high pompadour smoke wild crazy eyes ...i smile at her as she stares and take another sip think how many 50 year old men live this sad damaged life

You know any of these guys bighitter?

***** internet kids making fun of mrwong.
I go straight to the city buying myself gold chainz and stuff now!

my hand lands on her thigh as another round hits the bar ,the bartender whom was amused at my campaign to sleep with the hot young waitress is not give me tough guy glares and its easy to see their is /was a attachment between the two of them as i lift my drink she asks...so how old are you really ....i look at her and ask chronologically?...... she looks confused i move in close and kiss her neck and add you know baby what old guys are known for like me ....she looks with her stunned beaty little square jaw big vacant eyes ...well let me tell you unlike the guys of today old school guys are cunninglinguists as i return the tough guy glare from 8ft away from the tatooed kid dressed like a grade 8 ,hes got me by 30 pounds and 25 years as i rub her back she smiles and says what do you mean and her raised eyebrows and eager expressions mixed with sexual tensions lead me to order a round of shooters for 3 as i stand as they sit on the bar the young guy looks less cocky close up as he holds up his drink ...i look at him and say ...in victory a guy deserves alcohal in defeat a guy needs it ,i give him a mocking smile he turns his back and downs his drink

she opens up and tells me shes from yuma arizona and asks rapid fire questions about my life as a highstakes poker player her friends co-workers seem annoyed ,shocked that there appears to be a budding sexual thing going and i feel very good about it as most 50 year old guys are locked out of the vally of young p@$@ ies by this stage of the game .
The bar is filling up now and the leering bartender is too busy to cackblock as i go in for a hair caress and neck kiss she stares like a little kid looking at a bug in intrigue and disgust but shes not getting off the stool to leave old mr wong and i feel a quasi erection as her supple bosoms touch the bar as she leans in to drink out of the straw and giggle in a carefree fashion that broads have at that age i smile at our reflection in the bar and say you know baby you could be a model she says never with conviction as she gets up to go to the washroom she gives me a little smile as i watch her walk her bum moves like two cats in a bag wrestling ,i catch the pricck behind the bar leering at her and shoot him my tough old school glare and think this effer is going to find out how we shook it up in the 80s

If anyone here has seeked a mental health remedy thru the poker life the best one i know of is documented disclosure thats what ive done here and i feel good but i didnt have this opportunity locked up.I mean i seen alot of stuff being a small peon in the poker ecosystem and my stories are crude .boring ,disturbing insights into real life.The thing is there are love making sessions with hitchhicker crazy ladies followed be the guilt of a perma tilt player whom spews off his life savings on the felt then blows his brains out .My tread was and maybe is the only real thread that matters so i ask wheres my stories i have a few knew ones and i need some effin assitance from 2plus2 effers...look out bighiiters here

You know there comes a time after you make that grand declaration ....i am a pro poker player ...you find days morph and times goes by and you wonder ...am i getting the green eye you know jealousy from back home maybe some are envious of my libertyand freedom OR MY NEW FOUND P8SSY and i ask myself is my old support grid are they missing me baby ? ...well the answer is no....ok yes its no .... thats right after a while out here no one cares and i mean no one after a while at all get that one thru your head back home they all moved on .marriage .children.jobs but thats ok becouse we have stories and i just happen to have one or two now go mix a drink,and forget about those effers anyway .........heres a toast heres to never meeting anyone you would rather be....Bucks up there thanks.

The legend lives!

Am hoping this is fake, if not I have just found the worst tool on the same time as the best of luck.

Never before will the earth have to suffer if this is really good and bad for you to be able to make sure you have any further information please contact the poker face and neck cancer..

I know all the words in this post, but for the life of me I can't figure out what in the hell it says.

It's not just you, that's for sure.

+1 I will see you at the WYNN sir. Look forward to bum gazing with you and the "fish"

+2

ok im going to finish a story ,im not proud but back in the day infact in 95 i worked with a crew of card cheats type grifters we took a lot from home games but way more from bingos as we mic up and actually had a guy printing new bingo cards on the fly with this monies we drank lived well in vegas but one day we tapped into a huge LA POKER GAME where my role was to pose as a smalltime thief...

with a few names i gained entry into this santa monica mansion where i met at the time the players be hind the highest stakes cash home game in the country hosted by a trust fund kid and the emerging coke drugdealer i faced these people with a pillowcase of antiquities and 3 in the wrap marked card decks ,the trustfund kid whos well known today as a sucessful business guy carelessly throw the marked decks on the actual poker table and throw me a couple bones 200.00 bucks for the antique table lighters this cemented my place in the group i walked out feeling like i had a 14 inch cack i had contaminated their game ,now it was time to send in our guy

funny thing is at the time i was a young buck my only concern poker p8ssies BR bankroll alcohal but along the way i fell for a 48 year old business lady whom paid for my rent and paid for my expensive suits .This was a toxic relationship as i walked to her room i was on a 4 day drunk and had slept with 3 broads my hand shook and i felt shame as i walk down the newly opened MGM with a blackcat smoke in my mouth to find my girl had taken her life

this messed me up so much i drank myself into a fog and i found myself lying on the floor as Jonhandsome handed me a revolver and punched me in the chest the asian kid is gone they are coming after you snap out of it ...i looked up to see a man i looked up to in shear effin fear.... his girl ran in yelling to leave his final words to me.... the game is over you are going to die a terrible death leave with us they will beat you throw you in a steel garbage can ...i looked at him guilt ridden as i thought about my loss and shock my head lit a smoke i pointed the revolver to the door as they left knowing someone is coming and to my head and back to the door this is where things got bad

you expect things to be like the movies as i knew something bad was going to happen but i was paralized by depression all of a sudden contrary to what you think got noiser as a few shadows danced outside my 400 sqft second floor motel /hotel /appt i raised the gun to the door a old fan with no protective cover blew enough air to lift a oldlace tablecloth allowing me a window to the door as tears rolled down my cheeks as i felt terrible loss to the only person who ever cared for me to this day and guilt for her children i cocked the gun and bammm the polyneasan player kicked down my door i can see his polo shirt gold rolex against dark skin his white teeth as he yelled a bloodsport scream i couldnt hear i pulled the trigger the force lifted the revolver i felt the strain throw my shoulders and neck the shot hit him in the face his hair went straight up high like spiked i yelled out my eyes filled with tears the room filled with smokehe fell back

Holy **** he's masterfully weaved like 4 storylines together for the past 2+ years that all seemed to hit this very climatic moment in time. Absolutely epic.

i pulled the trigger again as his buddy dived forward lunging for breath blood pouring from his neck i grabbed my overnight bag my deceased lover gave me with 16k i ran out its like my depression lifted throw adrenelin i rubbed my silk shirt over the gun and dropped it and ran

i order another round of drinks thinking this pro-poker track laying is going sour like milk in the car as her beautiful face looks away her fine bonestructure looking bored as she turns to me ...so how old are you really ....i feel the cruel needle of reality as i take a long sip of my drink i run my hand down her thigh as i see the bartender leering at her i need a different angle

the drinks hit the bar i reach in and run my toungue down her sweaty neck,she had a strange smell sweat and musk... i whisper in her ear the thing is baby few men are real cunnilinglynigusists she took note of this immediatly and looked me in the eye her perpetually caccked eyebrow a little higher ...what do you mean mister as i sipped my drink i made a subtlely lewed gesture followed by my hollywood smile now i hit my stride this was my ticket baby i found the key to the garden of 21 year old pyssy

alright thats it for tonight i am walking out the door of my bugsy maybe to the platinum strip club or maybe not ,lol.ok i finish my story here tom ...heres to clean sheets and dirty women

FYP

I think it's semi-based on real life at the very least but it almost seems like some of it has been rewritten on the fly and all leading to this grand intersection.
I'm seriously hoping he's working on a script for some kind of bigger project cos the writing is gold.
I'd illegally download it in a heartbeat

My thoughts exactly:

my hand firmly planted on her toned thigh inspires a hateful glare from the bartender as i get the vibe their work relationship may be more then that i glare back as i lift my gin and tonic with my left hand i figure the odds 50/50 i fight this guy and i think im a pretty big underdog as hes 30 years younger and 25 pounds heavier .I can feel her stares as i break my tough guy stare as i look at her sipping her drink her black eyes raised eyebrows and beautyful skin she taps amy arm ....most guys dont like to do that .....i smile kinda of a old mickey rourke smile and reply ..old school guys have been doing it and doing it very well for ever its the young guys whom you know dont do it ...her eyes glazed and large her toungue wets her lip and her face turns red she sips her drink i stare down the bartender

She stands shes drunk now and whispers in my ear ok mister call us a cab my hand slides down her back and rests on her hard but round bum i stand as she walks to the bathroom i take a long look at her shapely bum and turn to the young kid bartender hes starring me down again i open my sports coat as his eyes drop i re button my two botton sports coat standing i say... you sure this is a smart move i lean across the bar do you know who you are effing with man as we look into each others eyes for the last time he backs away turns and goes into the kitchen i give the waitress a double sawbuck to phone a cab we both walk outside

as we jump into the cab after sharing a smoke i tell the cabbie 1400 vegas vally dr bighitter as we speed off i see the green eye jealous look from the cabbie a guy my age breaking his balls and here i am drunk high end replica brietlying designer sports coat gold herringbone chain wild pompadour and taking home a beautiful young lady ,i can read his mind like a magazine infact its written on the back of his blalding shiney head i feel good really good as we move briskly thru light traffic i feel like i pulled a coupe as she sits legs crossed looking out the window head held high ,i start thinking eff this lone-wold bullchit ive been doing this living this life for 30 effin years .I put a unlit smoke in my mouth smile at my relection in the mirror i think i could pull a caper get into a big game settle down look after this little broad....life is good baby

what did his mind say? fiction or non fiction?

cool story big hitter

we jump out of the cab i reach for my BR WHICH is two double saw-bucks i give them both to the guy and his reaction was intense i mean it was a over the top tip but i felt good ....As we walked to her place thru a maze of non-descript late 70s condo s i thought to my self now i am tapped out usually i buy a lady whom endured a multy hour love making session some blueberry pancakes now i went off and tipped that cabbie and now im tapped this was a black cloud over my coupe as we walked i told myself make love well and she will be fine with no blueberry pancakes ,as i caught her eye a black staring question mark on her face she seemed sinister and beautiful as we reached her complex i throw my smoke out with a blatent quasi

i could feel my quasi poking thru designer pants my anticipation was unbridled ,i really thought this little broad would be worth pulling a caper to put real bread on the table the type where she woudnt need to work as she opened the door i walked in to a basic type of suite a young hot girl would have ,party type comp tickets hair products clothing shoes ,fashion mags ,one piece of art nice furniture ,i sat down in a fake leather chair as she said i need to use the washroom as i leered her bum moved like magic i sat back thinking life is good as i reached down to pull my zipper on my prada boots down i looked up as she yelled ...no leave those on ,i smiled oh you like these boots baby she relied no please stop with this baby crap infact dont say another word ok and leave everything on just lay down on my bedroom floor ....