I thought it was a great story.

I love you Howard, but this is extremely unethical behavior on behalf of the casino

nice story Howard! weird to see some folks flipping out about it.

cool OP story

And JM really really grew in the years since then.

Sick bump for OOT

Howard keeps it drill.

also lol at early jmakin, what a schmuck.

lol.

In retrospect I agree that I could've titled it better.

That's a great line!

Howard will not be denied!

Did I read this correctly? Why would a casino have a machine shop?

Early jmakin was the best jmakin. Waking up in the street miles from where he was drinking the night before, getting blowjobs from the homeless, ****ing every coworker, bar fights, etc. I thought that if he managed to survive, he might become the next Bukowski, but he seems to have taken a detour to the boring, upstanding citizen path.

Because they have to upkeep a very large property.

Was eagerly anticipating a Treesong gambling story.

Got Beale instead.

*sigh*

Seeing this thread for the first time. Thought Howard was gonna go on such a nasty heater when they first drilled into the box! 😲😝

Probably not a full fledged machine shop but the maintenance shop of a large hotel would probably have some basic machine tools like a drill press, a saw or two, a grinder, pipe or conduit bender, etc. I'd be surprised if they're going to have a lathe or milling machine or whatever.

Howard, you remember what kind of machine tools were down there?

I, in the midst of my gambling fervor, didn't pay much attention to everything else but I remember a large space full of all kinds of machinery. The very serious lol to me was that Resorts actually did it. They could've just said 'wut?' but I ended up w/ a security guard bringing me to a shop in the guts of the hotel. Seriously, wtf?

Wish I'd gone on a heater, damn.............

howard, have you seen owning mahowny? how realistic would you say it is?

I've seen it (for those who don't know it's a true story of a banker who embezzled millions to gamble with) and, while I didn't do what he did, I could feel his pain. And I think that 'realistic' isn't word enough. For too many people it's the plain, damn truth, the horror of their lives.

hey at least he got some ribs and a coke.

lol, yeah, all he wanted to do was gamble. People w/o the compulsion won't understand. It happens that I have what I think is a cute story from the Showboat in AC:

I was full comp and I went to have dinner at one of their nice restaurants located up a few stairs from the casino floor. I told the waiter what I wanted and to bring it all at once, as soon as possible. When he got back I told him that I wanted everything fast bec I wanted to get back to gambling and asked if I was the sickest person he'd ever seen. I'll paraphrase his answer: 'You're not even close. We have regulars who show up at the door, catch somebody's eye, wave, and run off. We know what their regular order is and they know how to time it. We put down the soup, they dash in and eat it, dash out to gamble. As soon as the appetizer is set down they rush in, eat it, and dash out to gamble. Same w/ dinner and dessert. No, you're not even close.' lolololol

Wow, and they're probably not even seeing the sickest gamblers! (They're only seeing the ones who go to the restaurant for food.)

I once asked a craps dealer what was the weirdest thing they have to put up with. The answer: Players who try to pee into the drink glasses! I said, 'no, really,' she said, 'really.'

People peeing into glasses at the craps table is pretty common. One time at the horseshoe in Tunica I noticed a dealer looking down and kinda doing a little leg-shaking jig, some dude missed the glass and peed into the drink rail and it had dribbled around the rail and poured out onto the dealer.

I was playing craps at the Borgata a few years ago; after a while the one of the dealers told us tales about this kind of thing from a previous casino stop. Very talkative guy, this dealer - perhaps too talkative.

Every so often, apparently, a famous athlete (whom this dealer named) would come in for long runs at the craps table. Rather than use the restroom, he would opt for a nearby potted plant so as not.

Seemed to me at the time that was unusual behavior. Of course, I know better now--I've seen it on my own (into a cup) once, and Lord knows what happens in the depths of Planet Hollywood at 3 a.m. on a Saturday.

Now I know--and I'll be more careful with where I put my drink at the craps table!

I'll see what I can do.

jmakin, are you still pissed off about this story? You might consider raising this thread with your therapist.