Now I know most people would believe that gambling is a bad thing and they're probably right. But for the most part when someone has barely any responsibilities, no kids, no morgage. Gambling can be quite the adventure. And now i'm not advocating gambling its probably not a good idea if your really into having money all time and your just all around a big chicken shit, but yeah gambling is pretty stupid if you are a responsible adult, now if you have disposable income, Gambling is very fun, and it really changed my life the day i hit big at a Casino in Toledo, Ohio.
Toledo, Ohio 10/10/12
Looks like this picture was taken after my travels on the yellow brick road.
Crazy shit starts happening every now and again, but for me its been happening more and more often. What people would see as luck or miracles have become apart of my daily life just because I believe in them. Q is probably still sitting over at the blackjack tables all bitter because he keeps losing his ass betting the table minimum to the worst blackjack tables in the casino where the house has the biggest advantage. Regardless I love him and if it weren’t for him I wouldn’t be here today. But back to the story, Q and I came to Toledo for the national PAL boxing tournament. I had one fight the first day, got a first round boxing lesson from a guy named Lavisas Williams, I fought back in the last two rounds but he had me down eleven points after the first round, I mean this guy was slick. We saw him box later that week for the semi finals against a complete bull of an opponent and honestly I thought he destroyed the guy with first class boxing skill, true poetry in motion, calm relaxed swift easy perfectly timed punches snapping this guys head back with every punch he threw. He lost the decision because that’s just how boxing is, but man was it some of the best boxing I’ve seen in a while, amateur or pro.
Our Hotel for the tournament couldn’t have been more than 200 yards away from the new Hollywood Casino that has brought a lot of jobs to the area, and after talking to some dealers it sounded like it was an economical god send to the people of Toledo. Talk about a big empty city, there was nothing going on in Toledo. So of course, being next to a casino, Maynard and I got to gambling, I would start out with a hundred, lose it, hundred more, lose it, I think I went down about 500 the first day there, well fuck. I decided to quit worrying about gambling and focus on my fight coming up so I went home and relaxed. After I got my first national level boxing lesson, I then proceeded back to the casino with a renewed vigor. All the pressure was off an I began to win, got all of my money back and then some over at the high limit blackjack area and decided to take my winnings and try some my luck at the craps table. Since I had been at the casino I had consistently lost hundreds at the craps table so I was a little hesitant but I threw my extra hundred dollars down and said what the hell. Black guy at the far end of the table with a blunt in one of his ears started to get real hot on the dice. We were all cheering and laughing, this is the true excitement I love about a casino, everybody just having a ball, that’s why craps is my favorite game at the casino, it’s a team sport, you feed off the tables energy. If I would of known how to bet like I do now, I would have left with a whole lot more money, but I ended up exactly a thousand dollars up on the trip. The exact amount of money I had been dreaming I’d win. Talk about real adventure and excitement shit, this is living. I could barely sleep that night, after about winning every hand in blackjack I destroyed the craps table left a thousand up. I am hooked on gambling no doubt about it i'll be hooked for life. The fun and excitement was more than I had dreamed of and I swear this is the truth dreams do come true don’t ever let anyone tell you different, also be careful what you wish for because it’ll happen. And with Gambling, there are some exciting highs, and some very shitty lows, that is why unless your ready to lose every penny that you have i wouldn't get into it. For me its the adventure, anything can happen on any given day.
First Trip to Atlantic City
Bank Clerk- how much money would you be withdrawing today
Me- five thousand please
Bank Clerk- uh we don’t advise you to walk around with that much cash would you like a cashiers check
Me- no thanks, hundreds will be fine
Bank Clerk- let me help you over here, so what are your plans
Me- going on my first trip to Atlantic City
Bank Clerk- Oh my Lord help this man, I will pray for you honey.
Me- its just money
Bank Clerk- NO IT’S NOT
I’m glad I don’t share most people’s attachment to money
4:30 pm Friday- show up at Bjorn’s apartment which is really like a hotel with a full bar in the lobby, you actually have to be buzzed up through the elevator, its nuts, and he only pays 550 a month for a beautiful one bedroom, new appliances, granite countertop, washer and dryer, unreal. Back to the story, we have to be at the airport at 5 the plane leaves at 5:30pm. So of course we start cooking steak, throw in a pizza too, all while he’s on the phone with some girl talking usual crazy Bjorn talk like how crack isn’t a drug only heroine is, also that I am the person in between porn sets that has to keep the female and male aroused, interesting imagination he has, some would say he’s fucked in the head, maybe but he’s really just a good dude that would do anything for a friend.
5:05 – “sorry officer we just really have to get to the airport, we’re already late for our flight to Atlantic city” Bjorn speaks while eating a slice of the pizza we just go out of the oven. “well alright you boys be safe, at least put your seat belts on and put the plate of pizza down, thanks” , well that was lucky as shit this is going to be a great weekend luck is already on our side.
Two Minutes Later- “fuck! We can’t go my keys are locked in my truck” I’m an idiot sometimes it is what it is. “Well do you want to go or not, I’ll smash the window” after a couple of wales on the front passenger window I yell “hold up, we need to rethink this” I find a way to shimmy the back sliding window open enough to get a few things but the bag I packed was just too big to slide out easily, so we took stuff out, he held it with his feet open while I yanked, I did the same, luckily he told me to use the blanket I had laying in the truck bed to cover the glass where I was yanking at it because the next tug of the bag shattered the window, and we were on our way. Speeding through traffic going straight through busy intersection red lights, who ever said we had a gambling problem? We get to the airport and of course the flight was delayed and we had plenty of time. The five grand I had taken from the bank I left in my bag which was now being toted away, well shit. Ah who really cares, no attachment to money remember, but it would blow the weekend if we were in Atlantic City without a bankroll.
We’re now on the plane, I cant stop griping about how Ashley had been a complete bitch to me earlier that day. She was the sweetest girl in the world, crazy as hell about me, as soon as I ignorantly did her wrong she turned into the crazy bitch everyone hates. “Fuck it man there will be so many girls in Atlantic City you wont think twice about her” Bjorn’s probably right, just hard to feel so strongly about someone then they don’t want a thing to do with you and make you feel like shit every chance they get.
Bjorn knows the old guys in the back of the plane; he’d made this trip a few times before obviously. We begin to roll dice around the plane like kids to try and cheer up, while also asking the stewardess if she would fraternize with us. Good times.
We make it, shining lights and casinos litter the place. “Time to relax go to sleep we’ll gamble tomorrow morning fresh and clear after a run”
5 minutes later we’re at the blackjack table
Bjorn- just let go, lose all your attachment to the money and enjoy yourself, just…let… go
Me- shit Bjorn
We then proceed to start killing them, up a couple hundred we go to the craps table, and we cant stop winning. I’m always hot with the dice so I start Rollin. Bjorn throws all of his money on the hard 10, and of course I hit it, we win big and just for kicks with the last our nickel chips he says “give me a hard 12”. It hit, paid out about 700. We then go to the high limit blackjack table where the minimum bet is a hundred dollars and lose every penny in less than five minutes. This is the crazy up’s and down’s of gambling like this. You’ll have a fucking blast but you’ll more than likely lose it all, on the off chance you get lucky you will win big, real big, well worth it for the entertainment.
The next day we try not to do any gambling before the poker tournament. We go for a run along the boardwalk and it was beautiful. Perfect clear sky, sun in your face, seagulls flying around, ocean breeze, great stuff. We check out a couple of other casino’s like the newest casino in Atlantic City, The Revel. Beautiful casino, with glass everywhere you can see the beautiful ocean view from the high limit area. The only downer is they don’t comp anything, how greedy can one person be.
We go back get showered head over to the Borgata for the 760 dollar bounty tournament. It’s a 560 buy in with a 200 dollar bounty so if you knock someone out they give you their 200 dollars, vice versa if you get knocked out you have to pay up your 200. Bjorn go’s to play I hit the most exciting game in the casino of course, craps.
The Borgata
The Dice get to me, and I know it’s on. It was like four people crapped out in a row just so I could get the dice faster, and I just keep on Rollin. What I like best about this table is everyone is happy, the nice blonde dealer in front of me keeps smiling and laughing, the stick woman next to me only has nice things to say, and the woman in charge of the table is the prettiest Philippine woman I have seen in a long time, she was gorgeous. I always give to lots of tips to the dealers so they treat me real respectable like, and it keeps them happy, I feel good too when I just give out of the heart. But the people who are making this fun game possible for minimum wage deserve big tips so I always dish it out, happy vibes at the table means winning at the table, they also work hard and make minimum wage at most places so the tips is how they get paid, I love to win them some extra money, especially when there treating me good. An old man comes and stands next to me and buys in for about five hundred. I get to talking with him about betting strategy and then bam “Six HARD!” that’s what I like to hear with some money on the hard six. So I had the gut Bjorn type feeling to let the 198 ride and have a chance of winning about 2 grand, but the old man said I was crazy just press it up to an even number, I pressed it a little bit and of course “six, it came HARD!” nice. So I won about another 350 instead of 2000 whatever. I roll and roll till my two hundred turned into about 1200. Then of course the dreaded “Seven out”. I still felt hot I don’t know how I rolled a seven out then I looked behind me, It was Bjorn, he was knocked out of the tournament. That black fucking cat piece of shit, when a gambler has truly reached his absolute lowest low, he will develop a sick sense of humor and he will be the most unlucky person to be around.
Katie, Bjorns friend from college shows up, she is gorgeous I mean a doll baby, only problem is she’s still a virgin and no one wants to commit to marrying her but she’s sweet and we had a good time.
She fell asleep and Bjorn just seemed real bitter so to cheer him up we went to the finest happy ending message parlor we could find. The girls were kind of old, it was not that great but at least it cheered him up. He's been so broke, down and out for so long his losing streaks are really taking a toll on him.
Charleston’s Finest
Beautiful day in West Virginia, we’re headed to the Mardi Gras Casino to enter into a 40,000 guaranteed tournament.
Bjorn: Lets play just a little craps before I go enter in the tournament
I buy in for 47 doll-hairs, Bjorn of course loses 50 on the hard ten, he leaves. The table starts to develop a very happy vibe. The guy to the left of the stickman or lady in the this case, she was a sweetheart, was making everyone laugh telling all kinds of jokes, and before you knew it he had rolled 8 straight winners and my 50 was up to about four hundred. Well shit this is fun, the table stayed off and on like this for a while and then of course I started to smash em . Rolling back to back hard sixes again for big wins, everyone including the dealers were happy. The dealer Andrew was the one really helping me break em open my pressing bets strategy would get out of control and he would keep me in check. This kind of stuff is much appreciated and that’s why I had no problem making all kinds of dealer bets and throwing him green chips at will. When you start to win so much free money you have to keep giving it away. Gambling money really has no home and the only way to have a blast at a casino is to have no attachment to it. It also just makes you feel good to win the dealers some money whenever you can. And when you start to have so much cash that you can give dealers a hard bet for 50 dollars that’s when your really helping them out, because without them this game wouldn’t be possible and they gotta have fun and get paid to. That's what craps is all about it’s a team sport and everyone has to work together to enjoy the time and throw money around.
Shit Bjorn came back on break up in the tournament and we started smashing em. The dealers have started to refer to me as Easy E, BigE, and Mr.E.
Bjorn: HARD 6 BABY!!!!!! Let it ride 2 three’s lets see it
We had about 650 combined riding on the hard 6, payout would be 6,500 I mean that’s just disgusting. To be this crazy and frivolous with money is really sick as hell, but man is it fun and exciting. I mean I had 350 on the eight, about 250 on the six, and they were hitting constantly it was just too much. I imagined myself running around the casino cheering after it hit, The boxman was sweating bullets when he saw how much we were about to bust the table for.
Boxman: Shit if they hit this we’ll be banned from the craps table
Bjorn: John’s pouring sweat over here hahahaha it’ll hit. hahaha DOUBLE THREE!!!
but of course
Dealer: Seven Out…
At this point I was up to 2400$ from the original 47$ that I started with so I set aside the 2 grand and started throwing the 400 hundred around but the table went cold so I left. Id walk around and lose about 500 of it just fucking around on blackjack and a little craps but they would keep telling me to leave so I wouldn’t give it all back hahaha. I was just bored, after having that much excitement you get worn out, I was exhausted and couldn’t concentrate, I should have left as soon as possible but Bjorn was still playing in the tournament but whatever I had fun. Money from Gambling has no home, you have to just keep giving it away to everyone as much as you can, it’s taken me a while to loose attachment to it but I’m learning to, and it is awesome. Money isn’t real, it is a man made thing, it shouldn’t run your life, you have to just throw it around for what it is, and have fun with it, and most importantly give it, give it any chance you get.
So yeah we’re young we went to the strip club and blew through three hundred dollars. This isn’t the best form of giving but still your giving, like the stripper last night needed money to pay for tuition, I was happy to oblige her, and I know they had the most enjoyable Sunday night of their stripping careers, we had a blast, rolling dice on the bar and on any body part you can imagine, making paper airplanes out of dollar bills and throwing them around, making it rain, dancing, just laughing and enjoying the big win.
Every time I walked by those guys kept pointing and telling the story about how I turned 47 dollars into over 2 grand. Shit i was ridin high that night, if it could only last....
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