Harry

Harry was the guy I met through Ryan that I was going through late in high school. He had whatever and didn't deal with any users just big quantities. I'm not sure how Ryan knew him but he would always confuse the two of us because we had the same car, lived in the same area and looked kinda similar. He always had another guy with him when we met up and me and Ryan would joke about how it was his bodyguard but I'm not even sure how far off we were. He had a woman driver and a black Mercedes with expensive but not flashy rims. I don't think he ever had a drivers license the whole time I knew him.

Some time after dealing with him I heard he got stopped after meeting up with his guy with a few dozen pounds. The girl driving went to jail because the car was in her name. Next week I met him and he had a newer Benz with bigger rims and an even finer girl driving.

He got arrested for attempted vehicular manslaughter of two police officers. It was in the paper and Ryan showed me the clipping and the story read two cops were on the side of the road doing a routine traffic stop when a black Mercedes tried to run them over and sped off. When he was released on bail I asked him about it and he said he dropped his cigarette and accidentally swerved off the road towards the cops. He liked pills so it wouldn't surprise me if he just nodded off at the wheel. He believed the police had a vendetta against him because they could never catch him with drugs and they just wanted him any way they could. These charges carried a stiff penalty and he was facing a lot of jail time.

Tom and me and gotten very close because we were dating twin sisters for a long time now. We spent almost all our time together and we were like brothers. Tom would drive me all the time and had took me to meet Harry on countless occasions. Tom desperately wanted me to introduce him and set it up so he could meet Harry by himself and not have to go through me anymore but I wasn't having it.

Cell phones were just becoming something most people had and I was paranoid about having one in my name and doing business on it. I would just use Robins or Toms depending on who I was with, they both had Startac Motorolas. One day I was using Toms phone to call Harry and wasn't getting through. He would always call back later when this happened. I hung around all day with Tom and eventually just gave up on it and went home. The next day I saw Tom and he told me he had answered Harry's return call and met up with him by himself. I was livid. Not only did he start going to meet him by himself he also took other people who had been going through me and set them up to be able to meet him as well. At this point he became my rival and I wouldn't forgive him for all the money this had cost me.

We knew a guy named Ike who was going to play minor league baseball after high school. I would front him some weed and he was small time. He was really hooked into the party scene though so I could always get into house parties because of him. He got arrested one night with an ounce or two of weed he had gotten from me. When I heard about it I was pretty worried about him being a police informant because he had plans to leave the state to play ball only a few months from now. He had a lot going for him and I just felt like he was the type to take the easy way out. I avoided talking to him once he got out of jail even though he owed me money. I ran into him out somewhere and he talked to me a bit and I told him not to worry about it, just forget the money. Prior to him getting arrested Tom had taken him to meet Harry and hooked him up so he could get in good with him for the parties.

Harry gets arrested at a gas station near his house with a large quantity of weed in the trunk of his car. Ike claims he was going to meet him and when he arrived Harry and the 2nd girlfriend were on the curb in cuffs with pounds of weed stacked up on the Mercedes. They had a warrant to search his mothers house and an apartment in his girlfriends name. Crack and heroine found at both locations puts the mother and girlfriend in jail. Harry gets out on bail and his lawyers make a deal for him to testify everything at his mothers house was his so she could be released. He didn't do the same for the girlfriend. I heard she eventually snitched on him and he got locked up again for the drugs and stayed there till being convicted of the attempted manslaughter. I still suspect Ike of snitching on him and setting up the sting at the gas station to get his little weed charge dropped. He probably justified it in his own mind because he thought Harry was going to prison anyway.

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Played a pretty big game with a couple spots and rest nits. Stacked the fish twice in 5-10k pots.

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Shot out to OP; players these days will never know the pain of only having PokerRoom work on iOS... Pre UIGEA baby!!!keep up the thread And be anonymous like Bruce Wayne

Thanks man. Yep I'm an old I got a few years in before all those sites pulled out of the US.

I also grind live cash as well. Similar stakes.

See that you also lose around 40% of your sessions. I'm in the same boat. I realize that overall if we're winning its fine. Still, compared to my other friends that grind live they're winning much more consistently, like 70%+ winning sessions. (Good WR too)

Would be cool to hear about some of your live hands. Imagine you probably play pretty laggy with your swings and huge sessions.

Over my last 3k hours tracked I'm winning ~55% of sessions. This stat gets jacked up if u play filler games for short sessions. If I'm sitting for 1-2 dealers or a couple orbits waiting for a bigger game I'll usually try and log that as a different session when I move. I've never really payed attention to that stat maybe it's Smth I should be more worried about idk. I usually win or lose 100-400bb/session. Winning or losing 500-1kbb doesn't happen to me v often. My swings might look worse than they actually are bc I sometimes get in v big games and I haven't done **** in them this year. Basically lost or won a small amount every good game I've gotten into that's huge. I'm due!

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No Weed

In my senior year I had gone into it only needing two credits to graduate. My school allowed me to take 1 class the first semester and 1 class the 2nd. This allowed me to get out of school at 8:30 or so and I had my drivers license suspended so everyday was a challenge to figure out how I was getting home. My go-to would be find someone who wanted to skip their classes and leave early. Most of the time I would just tell Tom to leave and he would write himself a note because he was 18 already and emancipated. At the beginning of the year he hadn't quite given up hope yet and wasn't willing to leave early every single day. Usually I could find a ride by just smoking people out. The teacher in my only class weighted some type of project or report very heavily and I just didn't do it at all, I had gotten by without doing any type of homework for all of high school. She kept me after class one day and told me since I got a 0% on the project it was mathematically impossible for me to pass her class. She sent me to see the principle and they told me I would still have to come to school everyday but instead of going to class I would go to the office and help them instead and repeat the class in the 2nd semester. So I would sit in the office and when they needed some bad kid to come I would go to their class and get them. At first I was paranoid about sitting in the office stoned and if they could smell it on me but after a while I stopped caring and got high before school again.

When the 2nd semester started I was getting out around 10am and Tom was failing his classes and would just leave everyday with me. We'd go handle our business and hang out with our girlfriends after school and we were rarely apart. Once he pulled that **** with Harry behind my back I wouldn't use him to drive me anymore but on the surface I let him think everything was ok.

Me and my childhood friend Mark had kept in touch even though he went to a different school. We weren't very close anymore but he'd occasionally buy something from me or drive me around. One day after school he was over at my house, he might've picked me up from school I can't remember. There was a drought in the area and everyone I knew couldn't get good weed. I was smoking whatever people had and I was going nuts. There was a guy I had met through Harry that I had bought a small amount of weed from once just to smoke. He weighed it wrong or intentionally shorted me and I had taken it personally. I was on a mission everyday to try to find good weed to smoke and this guy was on my ****list. Me and Mark had decided we were gonna rob him if he decided to meet with us. I had gotten a stun gun from someone and Mark hatched a plan. I would drive up to the meeting spot driving his car and he would lay down in the back seat with a blanket draped over him. Once the guy got in the passenger seat he was going to pop out and hit him with the stun gun. We paged him a bunch of times and he wasn't responding. Someone hit me up and wanted some pills so we brought the stun gun with us in case he hit me back. As we are leaving my neighborhood I see a couple younger high school kids and a girl walking down the side of the road, I tell Mark to pull over. They ask me if I have any weed and I say "I'm going right now to pick some up how much do you want"? The one kid starts acting tough in front of his girlfriend and says he's not giving me any money unless I have the weed right now. We had a verbal exchange and he said something about me being skinny. Now this is something I was very self conscious about and it struck a chord with me. I had been small all my life and was usually the youngest kid in my grade so this coupled with the fact I was mad about not having weed just pushed me over the edge. I lunged at him and hit him with the stungun, he tried to wrestle with me but he had no strength after the first few zaps. I got him on the ground in a headlock and put it right up to his forehead and shocked him a bunch. His girlfriend was screaming at the top of her lungs and Mark pulled me off. He told me we gotta go right now before the cops come. In the car he was really freaked out that he had gotten hurt bad. I told him to chill out and let's go drop off these pills. He wouldn't let up about what I had done so I told him it wasn't that bad and offered to shock myself to show him. I gave myself a tiny zap on the thigh and it was a really strange feeling. It wasn't painful at all but I immediately felt sick to my stomach. When we got to the guys house to sell the pills I immediately asked for some water then ran to the bathroom and threw up. I sat on the cold tile floor and kept drinking more water and throwing it back up for a while till I felt ok again. The guy asked me what was wrong and if it had anything to do with the pills, I told him no I hadn't taken any of them today, gave him what he wanted and we were on our way. When we pulled into my moms neighborhood there was a police cruiser blocking the road and the cop got down on one knee and drew his pistol as we approached. He yelled for us to step out of the car with our hands up and he cuffed us both and started searching the car. He put the stun gun into a plastic bag and took a package of blunts from the glove box. We didn't have anything illegal in the car. We were taken to juvenile hall and I was charged with assault. My mother came to pick me up and I was lectured the whole ride home.

The next day I went to school and a police officer came to my class and said he wanted to talk to me. He said I was being suspended pending my expulsion hearing. I told him I didn't do anything wrong at school how can they suspend me for this? He said the place where the incident took place was actually considered school property because it's a middle school bus stop. He drove me home and was smoking Marlboro lights in the car, I asked if I could have one and he told me no. When my mom came home she was mad. She made me promise to pay for both the criminal lawyer as well as the lawyer for the expulsion hearing and any court costs. I ended up getting expelled but they would let me get my high school diploma from them if I could complete the remaining two credits at a different school that would accept me. This happened shortly after the Columbine massacre so all but two of the schools in my state stopped accepting students who had been expelled for weapons charges. I went to the Catholic school that accepted me first because it was cheaper and I had agreed to pay for it. After the first day I knew I wouldn't be able to fit in there so I tried the 2nd one. It was basically like paying for your credit. They took roll call at the beginning of class and you were free to leave at any time. All the homework was not turned in and you would go over the answers as a class. There was no tests or quizzes. I finished it and got my diploma but was not allowed back on school property to walk with my graduating class.

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Some guy tried to give me all his money with 7% equity, didn't work tho

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I think I might be playing too nitty or careful. My sessions are hardly like yours with few hundred bigs plus/minus.

Do you attack each decent spot you see?
Ex, squeeze always if you see some dead money out there or cold 3b/4b an iso'er if you see them iso'ing a fish?

I think it's what's preventing me from moving up to 10/20. I'm playing too ABC, solid style poker. It's working but I'm not satisfied as regs are better and games aren't very good a majority of times so getting good at reg battling is more important.

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this is very good stuff, thanks for sharing.

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Tom and Mark

Me and Toms relationship had done a complete 180. Since he went behind my back and met with Harry I didn't consider us friends. I would dog him every chance I got and try to turn other people against him as well. Robins sister had left him, I'm not sure how much of an influence I had on that but I was in her ear constantly.

Me and Mark invited him to come to a local amusement park with us, I wouldn't let on that I despised him for what he had done. We picked him up and were smoking weed the whole way down and we did some ecstasy and acid before we went in. We were really ****ed up and mostly walking around trying to talk to girls. Mark wanted to go on some kind of roller coaster and Tom was too high or scared and said no. Mark demanded he got on or he was going to leave him there. Tom wouldn't comply so Mark said he was leaving and asked if I wanted a ride back. I said yeah and we started walking towards the car. Tom pleaded with us not to leave him there and was almost in tears when we got to the car. Mark gets in, puts the convertible top down and we back out of the parking space. Tom jumps into the back seat and Mark slams on the brakes and gets out. He walks to the side of the car and yanks Tom out and throws him on the ground. He threatened to hit him if he touched his car again and Tom was bawling his eyes out as we drove off. It was about 100 miles to get home and I swear we were dying laughing the whole car ride. One of us would imitate his voice when he was crying "please don't leave me, please" and we would start howling again.

Will's connection had 3 guys who basically ran the area. Will could never be on that level because of his reputation. There were not enough people brave enough to deal with big quantities with Will so he was always one notch below. One of the 3 was named Jorge. Jorge had never liked Tom and would publicly humiliate him often. There were a few incidents where he stole money or drugs from Tom and it was on display, Tom was an easy target for this type of thing. He desperately wanted to be a part of that world but he had grown up in a rich family and everyone just knew he wasn't the type.

I remember one night at a party Tom was high off GHB and walking around selling drugs out of his backpack. He could barely stand up, just a total mess. Jorge walked up behind him and unzipped his backpack, took the drugs and walked off. When Tom realized it was gone he found out it was Jorge and went looking for him. He confronted him outside and got walloped in front of the whole party. I warned Tom when we were still friends that dealing with Jorge was a bad idea but somehow he always convinced him that they were cool and set him up for the next time when his guard was down again.

One time Tom had hit me up wanting some painkillers and said he would come to my house. I told him to meet me at the end of my driveway because it was late at night. I stood there smoking a cigarette waiting for him and finally he pulls up with Jorge in the car. They both get out and are high as hell on something. Tom tells me to give him everything I have. I thought he was joking because it didn't even make sense, he had only asked to get a few pills or something so he should've known I wouldn't have much on me. I told him no and he shoved me on the ground. There must've been some yelling because my moms boyfriend came sprinting towards us and they both jumped in the car and took off. I'd always assumed it had just gotten back to him all the **** I was talking behind his back and he thought Jorge was really behind him now and wanted to punk me.

One day Robin called and told me that Tom had just died. Her and her friends had heard he died in his sleep from a brain hemorrhage. I did not attend the funeral but I remember regretting our falling out but didn't blame myself for it. Later I heard that Tom was robbed the night before his death. The rumor was he had picked up Jorge and they were going somewhere to pick up drugs. At some point Jorge had him pull over and he had some people waiting at a designated spot. When they got out of the car Jorge's goons cracked him with a baseball bat over the head when he wouldn't give up the money. He made it back to his parents house that night and died in his sleep, his parents found him the next day. I knew two of the guys who allegedly were there that night, a couple kids a few years younger than us. When all this came out about Jorge being involved in Toms death he was already in a federal penitentiary for conspiracy drug charges. I don't know if anyone was ever charged for what happened to Tom.

Either a few months before or after Mark passed away. He was ejected from a car during an accident and died on impact. The driver was drunk and hit a deer speeding on some back roads. It was going around that everyone in the car was on acid that night including the driver. I didn't attend his funeral either. He was one of my closest friends from such a young age I didn't know how to cope with his death. Besides a family member I hadn't been very close to I had never been to a funeral before. I deeply regretted us growing apart the last few years before he died. I remember countless times having intrusive thoughts about whether or not he'd still be alive if me and him were as close as we used to be and he hadn't been in the car that night.

Wow that last one is nuts...how long ago was all this?

i dont blame tom for not riding the coaster id be scared ****less to trippin on acid having to ride it

Everything besides the poker one took place in the 90s
We had already ridden one and it was nuts. The one he was trying to force him to ride was the biggest, baddest one they had. I was scared to ride it too just didn't wanna look like a bitch.

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Man I just read the entire thread. Loved the stories and happy to see someone your age doing well in the 5/10+ live games ;-) subbed!

These stories are incredible man. You write so clearly. Blunt, but with just the write amount of colour. I'd novelise this **** if I were you.

Poker seems to be going well, too. Hope you can kick on and have a great summer.

Glad you're enjoying it.
I really appreciate the compliments. I hope so too, historically games are amazing during the summer and those are oftentimes my biggest months.