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Got Got
4/30/06
Canceled my Venice Beach art show plans in order to get some much needed R&R. I was taking it easy before boredom set in, I began itching for something to do. My brother asked what my plans were and when I said nothing, he offered to take me with him to a friend’s house to play cards. What the hell, I didn’t have much else going on.
4/30/06
Canceled my Venice Beach art show plans in order to get some much needed R&R. I was taking it easy before boredom set in, I began itching for something to do. My brother asked what my plans were and when I said nothing, he offered to take me with him to a friend’s house to play cards. What the hell, I didn’t have much else going on.
When I walked into the Bachelor Casino, Anthony and Alfred have obliviously been living in this condo for a while. The poker table took the entire living room, it has a permanent largeness, surrounded by the most interesting blue tube of lights around the inter edges of the table that screamed “I’m a Poker/Stripper table and I’m not going ANYWHERE”!
I took a seat and watch the eight amateurs try to keep up with each others game. Poker is a group effort. Who is big blind? Who is small blind? Did everyone get two cards? Burn and turn!
At the Monkey Casino the chips are a flat fifty cents, when playing with The 562 Long Beach Poker crew, the play twenty five cent chips color and a buck for the solid yellows, these kids were playing a buck a chip. I had their numbers, alright, and I racked up my chip, hand after hand, they bluffed and called with queen high card, I murdered them… till Dario, my brothers old football buddy had some muthafuckin beginners luck like his rent was due. After pocket kings he cleaned out Anthony, after pocket aces he cleaned out Alfred, after pocket queens he cleaned out the cute white boy sitting across from me who I had already worked for plenty, after I semi flashed him on my deal. Then I was my turn, mind you had started with twenty bucks and I was now up one hundred and thirty dollars, my holds were pocket jacks, how the hell can this punk beat me… answer: with pocket tens and a ten on the river, that was it, I was done, I had called all and got got!
Tag Team
5/4/06
Mi Boy was no where to be found, Chadwick had the game managed.. I walked in with a "play it smart" attitude, take my time, play premium hands only.
The Laker game was raging and the men were distracted, the fact that women can multi task worked to my advantage. There were nine players last night, pay outs were 1st $150.00 and 2nd $50.00. As if I were in a jungle the monkeys, yelled, moaned, jumped, high fived, shook heads in despair. All the while I was slowly robbing them, like a smart thieve, five chips here, two chips there. Came up big slowly, but for some reason Brian was whipping my ass. If I came up on a big pot, he took it from me three hands later, I think because I was under estimating his game. Brian is a weak player who gets lucky.
I took a seat and watch the eight amateurs try to keep up with each others game. Poker is a group effort. Who is big blind? Who is small blind? Did everyone get two cards? Burn and turn!
At the Monkey Casino the chips are a flat fifty cents, when playing with The 562 Long Beach Poker crew, the play twenty five cent chips color and a buck for the solid yellows, these kids were playing a buck a chip. I had their numbers, alright, and I racked up my chip, hand after hand, they bluffed and called with queen high card, I murdered them… till Dario, my brothers old football buddy had some muthafuckin beginners luck like his rent was due. After pocket kings he cleaned out Anthony, after pocket aces he cleaned out Alfred, after pocket queens he cleaned out the cute white boy sitting across from me who I had already worked for plenty, after I semi flashed him on my deal. Then I was my turn, mind you had started with twenty bucks and I was now up one hundred and thirty dollars, my holds were pocket jacks, how the hell can this punk beat me… answer: with pocket tens and a ten on the river, that was it, I was done, I had called all and got got!
Tag Team
5/4/06
Mi Boy was no where to be found, Chadwick had the game managed.. I walked in with a "play it smart" attitude, take my time, play premium hands only.
The Laker game was raging and the men were distracted, the fact that women can multi task worked to my advantage. There were nine players last night, pay outs were 1st $150.00 and 2nd $50.00. As if I were in a jungle the monkeys, yelled, moaned, jumped, high fived, shook heads in despair. All the while I was slowly robbing them, like a smart thieve, five chips here, two chips there. Came up big slowly, but for some reason Brian was whipping my ass. If I came up on a big pot, he took it from me three hands later, I think because I was under estimating his game. Brian is a weak player who gets lucky.
I took Chadwick out, I took Chuck out. Chadwick’s girlfriend “Hot Nicole” played with us, she took Dom out of the game, it was just the three of us, Brian, Hot Nicole, and myself. Hot Nicole is about five six, one hundred o' five, blond hair blue eyes and is cute as a button. Now that all the boys were gone, Hot Nicole and I we hitting on Brian, he was paying off like a hittin piñata, hand after hand, he gave all my chips back and when he left the table with a hard-on we knew we had showed him why not to fuck with two hot chicks after a hundred bucks and it’s probably a bad idea to tell them you haven’t got laid in more then five months. After a few hands the chicks split the pot and agreed to compare new shoes this Thursday.
posted by Brandi Love at 10:19 PM
1 Comments:
I have to admit, I have no clue about poker, but I enjoy reading about your games and the pertinent cast of characters. Glad to see you back, I was hoping it was just a temporary blip.
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