playing in the worst card room in the world the other night, the luxor ... i flopped a nut straight and slam dunked some loud mouth tourist that thought he could bluff me at low limit hold'em.
i kept going back over the top on him, and he just kept calling.
I'd be all over the DD on Saturday night, but I'm commited to something else. I don't get to Vegas until sunday afternoon. Playing anywhere else the next few nights?
did you hear about thompson's peacocks? some fuck's dogs killed a few of them. he says he's going to blast anyone (or any beast) on his property from here on out. oh yeah.
ugh, what a wretched job. sometimes i wish i didn't care enough to bother tuning. but then all i need to hear is some shit like that rotten bitch last friday ... duct tape on the tom batters and a fucking monstrous pillow in the kick drum ... to realize, hey ... i like it when my beautiful ayottes sound full and... Read More
damn tourists.