The underground poker culture is an unregulated circus of undisciplined degenerates who somehow manage to play poker worse than they manage their weight.

Since September 2016, I've been running a "home game" out of Hollywood/Los Angeles, CA. Every game is whirlwind of unforeseen variables intertwining themselves into cluster****s of various phenomenons... some funny, some depressing, but most just completely stupid.

For the past month, I've worked to chronicle some of these stories, and I will be doing so moving forward. Whether it be collecting from a player's Mom on an unpaid loan, or playing an 18-hour session that concludes with a player being down 25 buy-ins... some of the adventures are worth recording & retelling.

For now, I'll leave you with this screenshot. I received it the other night while sitting at the table with said player (he's yellow, I'm blue):

Great story.

That's all we get in over a month??

He blasted a home game story.

[x] in before Jeffery Katzenberg shows up and stacks the whole table

this sounds amazing (srlsy) looking fwd to hollywood tales.

subbed. please post stories

It appears that, after the fart story, he ran out of inspiration.

Whereabouts in Hollywood? I just hit you up for your home game. You've only been running it for the past 2 years? The thread I saw you originally start was dated back to like 2006 I think.