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Please let it be some SAW like torture device, where the slightest bit of cooperation would save them both, but they utterly fail at it.

This thread is awesome. Like your posting in LVL and love it here.

You know what, I must of left my ID in the car, which is so weird because I could of sworn I showed it to the guard on the way in...(part 1)

In my pre-21 days I was heavy into playing limit hold em. It started with a few NL tournaments at a friends' house in HS and one of the 3 guys who hosted tournaments started hosting a 3-6 limit game in his parents den 2 times a week. The set-up was legit: the Host took a $1 per hand max rake and we would rotate so each session 2 guys would be the "staff" and rotate each half hour as dealer and floor staff. The floor staff would manage exchanging money for chips, changing out players who left, setting up a wait list if needed (we played 6 max and would get sometimes 10 guys who wanted to play) and the floor and dealer would split tips. Buy in was $60-$100 and most guys bought in for $60 and since we were basically all fishy HS kids there was very little raising or re-raising especially post flop so a $60 buy in would last a little while and some guys would rebuy or top up when they got down to $20-$30.

Where were this kids parents? Divorced and he lived with his Dad (this is 2003-2004) and his Dad is spending all his off work time blowing 100s of dollars a night at 4/8 limit Omaha hi/lo on Party Poker. One night when I was waiting to sit in the game I wandered into his room and he invited me to sit down and rail for a bit. During this time he was doing well at 2/4 Limit O8 but he tells me a story of the month before he was playing 5/10 and thought he had hit a Royal Flush in a $1k pot but lost the pot and was really really mad so he called Party Poker support and yelled at them and they had to explain to him that he didn't have a Royal Flush and rightly lost the pot because 3 of the cards that made his Royal Flush were in his hole cards and he could only use 2 of the 4 cards. Just felt like that was an LOL sidebar.

Anyway, I do well in these games and go off to college where I spend my first year at L.A. State playing division 2 soccer before xfering to Santa Barbara City College and then UC Santa Barbara. While living in L.A. money was tight for me even though my Dad was helping me out with school cost and food because I was so busy with soccer and class I didn't have time to work (especially since I missed out on work study and the ability to work on campus.) but all the casinos in L.A. and the surrounding Indian Casinos are 21+. As an 18 going on 19 year old freshmen with a track record of beating the Indian Casino in Santa Barbara (Chumash) and the home game in Ventura I was confident I could win in the limit games in L.A. (no matter how delusional it may or may not of been to feel that way.) So I organized as many games as possible on campus and quickly wore out all the other kids except one of my teammates who was a hustler. I would play kids heads up, go to other kids dorm rooms and play 3-4 handed. Anything I could to get a game. I Learned Razz and Stud/Stud Hi-Lo just to keep getting games and still burned out all of my dorm mates/classmates at L.A. State by early October. No one would give me action which meant the money was drying up for me quickly.

EDIT: Not a direct-brag because the guys I played against were so terrible but as a first time stud and razz player I took 100+ in $20 buy in games off of dorm mates. Meaning in the first time I played the game ever in my life just so these guys would give me action I took 4-5+ buy ins off them. Which of course killed the action after 1-3 sessions but I didn't know better at the time I just wanted to crush losers and take whatever they were willing to put on the table at that moment.

My first ventures into sneaking into casinos to play poker started in September of 2005. My little sister was Miss Teen Ventura County and therefore was competing in Miss Teen California in Palm Springs that same September. Perfect! My parents got a condo for a week at the Marriott in Rancho Mirage on a golf course so my older sister could come stay with her daughter and come support my little sister in her competition. That meant that I had a base in the desert to stay at for a couple days before my older sister arrived for the weekend, Wednesday and Thursday Nights I could stay in her room and go try out sneaking into the Indian Casinos and then when she and my niece showed up I would go back to L.A. for the nights and just drive in to see my sister compete on Saturday and Sunday.

Part 2 being typed up now and posted shortly...

Thank you sir!

Part 2 of Under-age gambling

Okay so my Dad checks in and gives me the all clear to come out and settle into the condo on Wednesday night. I come out after class in time to meet my parents and little sister for dinner and am ready to blow off my Thursday class that ends my school week. We have a great dinner and I check out the digs, quite nice. My Dad and I were really into playing golf at the time (height of Tiger Woods' peak and we were in the trend. We would both still play regularly if we could afford to but we both neither really have the $ nor the time to play like we would like so we both currently abstain) and we are stoked about the course and the chance to gamble on heads up match play against each other in the morning. After we settle in I jump into my '99 Chevy Cavalier (with custom exhaust, cold air intake and fuel injector) up 25 miles to Casino Morongo to play their 3/6 limit half kill game.

I drive up there and the casino and resort in general is very impressive because the year before they had opened their new casino/resort/spa and 20+ floor hotel tower. I self-park and head to the elevator and hit the casino button. As I walk toward the casino a large sign reads that the casino and its games are 21+ no exceptions any underage players caught will face a lifetime ban. WTF?!?! The Central California Indian Casinos are all 18+! Chumash Casino attracts the teenagers from 3 surrounding counties and bus loads of the social security crowd. Now I'm thinking about turning around and heading back to the hotel because the Southern California Casinos, Indian or Otherwise are 21+.

Nope! That's not Natamus' style (as you may have learned or will learn over time). I'm the son of a mother born in Las Vegas to a Las Vegas lounge musician/band leader, I'm not putting my tail between my legs and running for Daddy's Condo rental before even trying to get some action! It's not like this is Vegas, if they 86'd me what the **** ever, I still have lots of other Indian nations, L.A. cardrooms and Nevada casinos I can pursue, of age or under.

I walk into the casino and there is no Security Guard at the door like at Chumash Casino checking IDs so I strut forward confidently as to not tip off anyone watching the cameras. I walk past the tables in the pits scouting them out before proceeding to the poker room and getting a seat instantly in their 3/6 half kill game. I buy in for $100 and start playing hyper-aggro as the only player under 60 in a 9 handed game. Several guys go to the turn with my 3 and 4 bets but by then decide that I must just be lucky tonight and fold out instead of continuing to put bets in the middle. I practically own the kill button for the better part of an hour and a half and turn my $100 buy in into $550 in 3 hours or so.

I rack up and take my armful of chips to the podium and they gladly pay me out. I feel like I got away with murder at that time and take the money to a local bank branch on my way back to the hotel. Unfortunately I don't have GPS/smart phone etc. and after finding the bank and making my deposit I get lost in a sand storm on my way back to the hotel. I get scared and pull over and just wait for it to pass and dooze off for an hour in my car. I wake up and the car is nearly out of gas and I'm 10 miles from the hotel. I make it back to the hotel just barely and my car dies in the parking lot. I walk into the lobby to ask the front desk to call AAA for me so I can have them put some gas in the car and I'll take it to fill up in the morning. The security guard is a very nice older black man who reminds me of my Dad and he tells me he has a 5 gallon gas can in his truck and for $10 he will fill me up. I had left myself $20 and gave him the whole think out of gratefulness and he put the whole can in my tank good enough for about 150 miles of driving!

Here comes part 3

pics of sis or gtfo

Dirty non-USA#1 creep (which means you're 90% less likely to rape my sister or rape her and blame alcohol for your behaviors) I will work on getting a cropped/edited picture of her so I can both respect her privacy and show you what's up.


Also, **** you Fiddy-Baby telling me I can gtfo out of my own AMA. How about YOU get out of my AMA?!?!?

Actually you can stay it's all good. You know, I can't just take that **** from you on face value telling me to show you my baby sister or gtfo I gotta stand up to that ****, brother!

Part 3 of Underage Gambling

My Dad and I make it on time after room service breakfast for our 8:45am tee time (maybe it was 9:45, but I think it was 8:45). We do an excellent job hacking it up, playing for the following wager: $50 for lowest score first 9, $50 lowest score back 9 and $100 for lowest score total. As has been common in many of our golf outings I absolutely dominate my Dad in the front 9 and win the 1st $50. In the back 9 my Dad makes an inspired comeback and is willing to be loud and funny while I swing and/or putt to throw me off my game and come back to win the back 9. This time however, like most times I do well enough on the front 9 to win the 18 hole lowest score and end up +100. We don't bring money on to the course usually so he just owes me $100.

That Thursday night is the opening of the 2005 NFL season and the Patriots as Champions host the Oakland Raiders (mine and my family's favorite team) on national TV. I believe it was on CBS or TNT but it may of been the first or 2nd year of NFL network I don't remember. About 4-5 miles north on the same street as the resort we were staying in sat the freshly opened Agua Caliente Resort Casino & Spa. Ironically enough I write you now from room 1102 at that very resort. At the time however the Hotel tower was only a facade, a frame of a hotel so that the height of the 16 story tower and the lights reflecting off of it would attract patrons to the casino and would compete with Casino Morongo and Fantasy Island Resort and Trump Spotlight 29 Casino's approx 20 miles east on I-10 in Indio. On this day in 2005 Agua Caliente was hosting a nice promotion to draw people into the casino on the opening of the NFL Season: a pool where for $5 you could buy a square picking the score at the end of each quarter of the Pats/Raiders game - each winner won $50 quarter 1-3 and the final game score winner won $250 cash and $1000 freeplay in the casino. Also for every score and end of quarter/half/game the room was splashing EVERY table with $50. With only as I remember 6-8 tables going this made for plenty of promo money out on the open.

I had decided that A.C. was my first stop between A.C./Spotlight 29/Fantasy Island for the night. I pull into the self parking lot and the place reminds me of a mini Vegas resort, very class and clean and well done. I take the elevator and to the casino level and strut towards the casino doors in my Mich. St. green calf-length basketball shorts, Magic Johnson Mich St. home throwback jersey and dark green/blue Oakleys with all white G-Unit sneakers w/ thick green laces. Basically I'm trying my best to look like a successful drug dealer in my late 20s instead of an 18 year old. Sure enough there is a security guard at the doors and instead of approaching him with my I.D. or getting nervous and slowing down I just walk towards the doors and I smile and give him a nod and a "How are you doing tonight, man? They treating you OK?" and he Smiles back and says something like "As good as you can expect them to treat me." I walk into the casino and head into the center of the nearest bank of machines so I can take a moment to gather myself and take a deep breath - I'm in! I passed the guard test here! I gather myself, find a bathroom to take a pee to relieve the nervous energy and then go ask to be sat in the 4/8 half kill game.

I get my name at the top of the list and walk over to the promo table and enter my picks. I get called to my seat a couple of minutes later and sit down with a $100 buy in. Other than a couple of just terrible "regs" who are in their 30s at my table blow money after work the rest of my table are the Social Security crowd and I just hyper-aggro the table. Unfortunately for my love of the Raiders I'm watching them get steamrolled by the Patriots on the TVs. As the game is coming to an end I'm sitting on about $400 (+300) and I'm gathering racks so I can go cash out. The game ends and the floor announces that I won the end of game score promo! F*** me. $250 in cash and $1000 in Freeplay I can't claim because I am underage and am not eligible.

Suddenly a scary thought crosses my mind - if they realize I am underage, they may not let me cash out my chips from this session, maybe they would just take it from me and 86 me I fear in my own mind. Why didn't I just cash out before the game was over and bail! So I decide I will head to the podium to cash out and if someone recognize me as the prize winner by face I'll just say I was planning to cash out already and get my cash and then figure out the promo BS. So I head to the podium and the woman there is one of the dealers and she just happily goes about cashing me out! Good, it looks like I'm in the clear. I gather my cash and put it in my wallet and am walking out of the poker room when I hear,

"Nate! Nate, wait a minute, you won!"

F***! F***!! F*** ME!!! Of course the poker room supervisor sees me leaving and was also the one working the desk when I signed up for the football pool (stupidly.) He catches up to me and ask me to come back to the desk and show him my ID and sign the sheet so he can sign me up for the players club and activate my $1000 freeplay and pay me out the $250 in chips I won. I say "sure! Cool!" and grab my wallet and open it to give him my ID which I have hiding behind a credit card. I look around as if it is not there.

"You know what, I must of left my ID in the car, which is so weird because I could of sworn I showed it to the guard on the way in."

The manager laughs and says no worries and tells me to go grab it and bring it back so he can pay me out. Instead I power walk to the parking garage, basically jog to my car and take off with my +300. I didn't go back to A.C. until I was over 21. I drove from there to Spotlight 29 where they had 1. 2/4 limit game going that was colluded as F with all these old jerks. It only took -40 to realize that the game had a bunch of old leathery jerks working against me and I left and went across the freeway to Fantasy Island Resort/Casino where they had a 4/8 half kill game and a 5/10 full kill game. (NOTE: Neither of these two casinos had a security guard watching the door I, maybe because it was after midnight, I just walked right in no problem.) I sit in the 4/8 game short handed and everyone is very nice and social and having fun. I go up about $100 after winning 3 pots in a row and busting an old man short stack. The 5/10 game is breaking but 4 want to play and we have 6 so the floor wants to combine all the players into a 10 handed 5/10 game. Instead of staying much later as it was after 2am I just cashed out up something like +$125 and take my ~$400 winning back to the condo to sleep on knowing I had made some money to get me through the next 3-4 weeks of my expenses and lifestyle.

Great story, and congrats.

Back to comedy. Are you a natural? Do you go around ripping people up all day? Easy to make people laugh? Versus more of an intellectual endeavor where you put lots of thought into each bit? Just curious. Do you think most comedians or most writers have an inclination toward it, or is it like, any smart (wordsmith/communicator) guy could work hard and get into it? Can you give any examples of comedians or writers who fit either the "natural" mold or the "worked hard and made it on brains"? I know that could be somewhat of a false dichotomy, but you get my point.

Is it true what Limon says that LA is the poker capital of the world?

When it comes to sheer number of tables in play, variety of games and limits and $$$ on the table I would have to agree except for between Memorial Day and Independence Day when the WSOP shifts the spotlight to Las Vegas.

Does that mean the best players are here or that you can make the most money in the games here? I think that's a fair and diverse debate. I've heard that Florida and Maryland have games where you can print a middle class lifestyle. The tough thing about LA is your $$$ don't go as far on living expenses and that makes it tough for someone to make a living playing pro hours here at a limit below 5/5 NL imo.

Nice stories. Can you explain how a setup for tv shows/movies actually works ?

Maybe do a day in the life of a producer, then do a day in the life of a lead film star.

Well I can't really speak to the day of a lead film star except to what their schedule may be like when they are on set.

TV Shows are pretty varied as far as schedules depending on the type of show. The time commitments and workflow on say The Daily Show or another late night show is vastly different than a soundstage drama or sitcom or an on location drama or comedy and those are all different from like "Laguna Beach/The Hills/Keeping Up With The Kardashians" or a game show like Price Is Right or a morning/mid-day talk show.

When I was working on the sketch show pilot we would come in about 11 am to the production office but I was usually working on stuff/on the phone during my commute and getting breakfast. We would get the rundown of what was planned for the day the night before and generally we'd start with a writers meeting for an hour. Noontime we would do table reads of the sketches and re-write as needed.

About 12:45 lunch would be ready and we would eat and BS for about a half hour and then if we were shooting on set we'd go over to the sound stage or whatever area we were working in and shoot. Usually shooting 1 sketch would take 2-3 hours as we have blooper takes and adjustments to the scene etc etc. We would take the footage over to the computer and look at it and make notes and if needed go back and do reshoots. If we needed to do that we would get dinner brought it so we could eat quickly and get back to shooting. So dinner comes around 5-6 and we eat and get back to shooting. The actors would wrap around 8. Lower end writers/producers working on set would wrap between 8-9. Crew would wrap between 9-10. And head writers would go edit with the editors for 2-3 hours and wrap between midnight and 2am.

So many producers, crew members and the head writer(s) (who may also act/star in the show) are at work in this example from 11am (or earlier depending) to between 10pm and 2 am so easily 11 to 15 hour days.

EDIT: many times we'd work on the same sketch or time slot at least for a sketch for 2-5 days. Shooting, re-shooting, scratch it, write and shoot somethings new etc etc

Tell me about it. got a budget of $3k/month and struggling to find something good. To be fair only looking in the expensive areas of LA to San Diego.

$3k a month in rent or $3k a month for all your living expenses?

Am I natural? Yea I'd say so. I'm the funny one in my family, I've always had some range with voices and enjoyed making people at home and at work laugh when I was in HS and college. Where I had to make a real adjustment in stand-up is that when you're starting out you get 3-5 minutes on stage and my style is more conversational which requires building a rapport and feel with the crowd. So I struggled at first to stick to a repeated 5 minute set that I sharpened and developed more traditional set up and delivery skills but once I did my act really took off and things were coming together nicely.

Everyone who makes some level of success in stand up comedy that I've seen is "naturally" funny. But being naturally funny doesn't translate to the stage just like being naturally athletic doesn't make you a great baseball player or football player or soccer player by default.

Everyone who has "made it" whether you find them funny or not on stage or acting you would find funny in person. I don't care for Dane Cook's act or his acting but he's had me crying laughing twice in the green room of the Laugh Factory. Literally crying bent over and gasping for breath. Those who work the hardest at their craft and put in the extra open mic sets and extra sets opening for bigger acts and spend extra time at the comedy clubs watching others and noting how to better their own act - those are the ones that "make it" to National Headliner.

Having said that some people do have stand up comedy come to them more naturally than others and the sharp accent on their career arc graphs would reflect that vs. someone who had to really work on the craft of stand up and sometimes fight themselves to break through. Marc Maron is a good example of a brilliant comic with a unique voice and a great mind for stand up but he had to fight his own issues and demons as well as his natural ability to be unlikable and hard to work with. Dave Chappelle is a great example of a guy who walked onto a stage at 14 and headlining comics in the crowd could see he had "it" and it needed to be nurtured and developed ASAP. Eddie Murphy and Chris Tucker and Chris Rock are also guys off the top of my head who just had "it" and it was just a matter of putting in enough work to make sure they got over the tipping point and climbed the steep ascent as they should and did.

Rent (inclusive of utilities and apartment/house furnishings).

There was someone in my room...

In early 2014 I sold the option to a script which basically means I've sold someone on the outline/plot of a script or the first draft and am now being paid by the producers to re-write and send in drafts for notes to get the script to a production worthy level. If you're every stoned and bored or at work and bored and you want to look up something semi-interesting look up script manuscripts online of some of your favorite movies. Sometimes you will find funny, odd or interesting titles, character names and scenes that may of been cut from the movie.

So I made a nice piece of change and now had a few months to complete the re-writes and otherwise time to kill and a few pennies to spend. Obviously I book out several trips for that winter to vegas with the plan to play poker and sit in my hotel room and write and smoke bowls alternatively. I have at this time a handful of weekday comps and cheap room offers from mid tier m-life properties so I set up over Super Bowl weekend at the Mirage and Luxor and two weeks later I do Monte Carlo and MGM Grand for a midweek and then in early march I do Luxor/Mandalay Bay during the College Basketball conference tournaments at Orleans and MGM Grand.

Super Bowl trip was a blast got trashed and played limit hold em at the Mirage with a bunch of Canadian guys who were pals and bet the Seahawks until my hands bled. I also hit my first ever high hand bonus in a live poker game spiking a 6-10 straight flush of clubs for $200. Just a fun addition to what was a very profitable weekend in the casino but a very unproductive trip writing.

The second trip I don't remember much of other than it was a freaking grind, I got a room that had a broken a/c and then had to change rooms and also that Monte Carlo is just a shame as far as a hotel goes. Its hallways are bland and cavernous, the walls are thin, the rooms are dated and amenities minimal and the bathrooms meh. The elevators are aging quickly and showing it and the center area where the elevators are always smelled like some kind of... idk human smell that was difficult to identify but easy to be disturbed by. In spite of all this I stayed there this summer over 2 years later on a comp during Colossus and what a surprise it was exactly as disappointing as I had remembered it.

The third trip I start off the first two nights at Luxor, get checked in during the afternoon and head right upstairs in the West Tower and get to work. I pound out my scene rewrites while re-runs of Rules of Engagement plays in the background (how in the proper **** does David Spade keep getting work AND 20 something y/o blonde chicks?!?) followed by like 6 episodes of Seth MacFarland cartoons in a row. I finish up my writing and head down to the buffet which was better than I had remembered it being. It's no where close to a Wicked Spoon but it was good enough I remember and they had great drink specials. After dinner I go over to the poker room and buy in for a hundo in the at the time 1-2 NL game, now it's 1-3. I run that up to about 500 and call it a night at the poker tables. I lay some $25 bets on college basketball games and then pop over to the video poker bar for a couple of hours before heading to bed.

The next day I played a couple of hours at Mandalay Bay and made like another couple hundo to cover my Video Poker play and the sports bets then I just sweated the games in the evening. After dinner I got some coffee and got back into the 1-3 game at Mandalay Bay. There was a Re/Max convention happening and the realtors had come to the poker room after dinner to blow off some steam (and some cash). I've gotten to talk to and know a couple of the dealers at MB over the last couple of trips so we get to chatting during their downs and one of them ask me my thoughts about Rounders which then reveals to the table that I'm a writer.

This leads to a 2 hour or so discussion about Rounders and a potential sequel in general. While this is happening I'm ordering shots for the table and trying to be entertaining while watching my stack slowly turn into stacks. The stacks start having stacks put on top of them and a wall starts to be built (and Mexican realtors paid for it! j/k j/k). Soon I'm putting stacks in front of the wall. One of the few times I got up to pee I notice that starbucks is open near the escalators into the mall between MB and Luxor. I look at my phone - it's 10am! A rare time I went basically 10 hours without looking at my phone. It's nearly dead and I'm totally exhausted, too exhausted for coffee it will just make my stomach hurt after drinking all night.

A walk back to the table and one of the dealers that started my session last night at the end of his shift was sitting back down for the first down of his shift for the day. He teases me for being there still but says nice work at the stack. I tell him I stopped counting it hours ago and would like to keep working on the wall but I can only play another couple of orbits, maybe a full down because I have to check into MB and check out of Luxor. He ask if I have any plans for the day and I say probably take my hot streak over to MGM Grand to play with the Pac-12 fans. About 10 minutes later I get the floor to help me rack up. 1 rack. 2 racks! 3 racks!! 4 racks!!! 5 MF'ing RACKS!!!! The floor supervisor has to help me carry them over to cash out. in for 300 out for 2775. I tip the staff and head out feeling much more awake and alert after racking up. I stop at one of the little stores in the MB mall and get a shop girl to give me a couple of rubber bands. I go to the bathroom and sort out the roll in a stall and rubber band it up, head back to my room at Luxor and rubber band up the money I had left in the safe. I put one in my cargo shorts and one in my backpack, clean up my stuff and head over to check in at MB.

I get a room on the 22nd floor with a view of the strip which was pretty cool from MB. I putter around for an hour, shower, have a tug of it and then decide to settle in for a nap. I remember specifically that it was just after 1pm because I set my alarm to get up in time for 4:20 . So I'm getting ready to go to sleep and I put my weed and the two rolls and my wallet into the safe and lock it up. I smoke one last time and I spray the room so the smells won't soak into the fabrics. I turn off all the lights and settle into the bed flat on my back and try to fall asleep. Before I can drift away I hear someone try to open my door and I realize I didn't deadbolt it!

Well if someone else accidently got checked into my room, I think to myself, maybe I'll give them a little scare as a prank. The door opens but it opens very slowly and then very slowly, almost silently is closed. I can hear someone walk slowly through the entryway and then stand at the opening of the room staring toward the bed. I'm doing my best to not make a move or a sound as I can see from my eyes being adjusted that he's trying to see if anyone is sleeping in the room without disturbing them but his eyes haven't adjusted. Now I'm starting to get scared because I think this may be a robbery and I'm not sure if he's armed and I'm not only unarmed but under blankets - therefore going on the offensive is out of the question. He starts to move slowly forward so I decide to try and draw a reaction from him so I give a small cough/grunt like I'm clearing my throat but still asleep, the idea being if this is a robbery but he doesn't want conflict he'll realize I'm asleep there and hopefully will try to leave without being identified. He freezes in place. I can see him staring at me trying to tell if I'm awake, I keep my eyes just cracked open but try to look asleep, it's difficult because my heart is pounding out of my chest and my hands are shaking. I want to attack but I'm at a disadvantage and honestly scared ****less, I've never had someone come in my hotel room while I've been there other than an overzealous maid on check out day.

He seems to accept after a minute that I'm asleep and he very slowly turns around and walks back to the door and opens it as quietly as he can and closes it behind him. As soon as the door is closed I jump out of the bed, fall over the stool at the foot of the bed and crawl/scramble to the door and put on the deadbolt and chain, slap the light switch on and just slide/sit down against the door. I start thinking back over the morning - who knew I was here? Who knew I could have stacks. Too many people who's names I'm not familiar with to pinpoint any one or two specific people. I just sit there feeling so fortunate the whole thing ended in no incident and could of been so much worse for me physically much less financially.

For a while afterward my girlfriend didn't believe the story, she kept telling me I was too tired and stoned and I had fallen asleep without realizing it and it was all just a very vidid dream and then I woke up and confused went and locked the door. Recently I was telling this story to a friend of ours and she says "I didn't realize you told the table/dealer you were checking in that afternoon and going back out to play. Yea someone probably tried to rob you." Lucky break I guess

Sometimes I wonder if they were really there to take the money, or if they were looking to steal my secret formula for the everlasting gobstopper

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So if he thought you were asleep, why did he leave? You'd think he would have gone digging around for your roll.

I've gone over this several times in my head obviously and a few out loud and the conclusion was he didn't want to potentially be caught or have a conflict he wanted to quietly be in an empty room and have time to go through the **** and then leave and he was likely unarmed. Simple sneak and snatch.

If I wake up and I'm more than he bargained for or can even get to the phone and call for security he's ****ed.

To be fair I have no clue what his plan or thoughts were or why he was there it's all single perspective speculation. Like I said in the story though I was far more concerned with just getting out of the situation and getting the door locked than figuring out why he was there, what he wanted and what the gameplan was

Also ChickenNuts I do believe it could have been a nice and quiet business man who got double booked into my room via computer still showing the room as open by error. He saw my bag by the door when he opened it and got worried he was walking in on someone but was curious and investigated further. Once he saw I was in there he didn't want to disturb me or have and awkward meeting so he quietly left as to not wake me up (which would be very polite).

It's totally possible but like I said above I'll never know who it was and what their intentions were. I was holding about 6-7k in cash and had been open about leaving the poker room with a huge win to check into MB. Also I said aloud I was going back out to gamble so maybe someone had the ability to get access to my room who heard of my intentions and my winnings and they just wanted to float in while I was out, go through my crap and if they had the ability to, try and open the safe.

I'll never know for sure