Poker Poker Poker!: [vpFREE] Re: What's A Tip and What's A Bribe???

--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "jackessiebabe" <jackessiebabe@...>
wrote:
>
> --- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "mickeycrimm" <mickeycrimm@> wrote:
>
> >>>>>In 1997 I tipped my casino host $70 a week. It actually
started
> about November of 1996. It was a handshake with the money in it.
> For the money I received one weeks residence at the
Riverside/Laughlin.
> ===================================================
> Hi Mickey!
>
> I just love reading your stories! Especially your hustler tales!
>
> Please do consider putting your archived posts together in a book
> format. I believe that lots of other gamblers besides me would
> purchase a copy.
>
> Perhaps you need to consult with a publishing house or a writer's
> agent for a professional opinion.
>
> In any event, you are one of only a handful of forum members, whose
> every post is read by me with much pleasure!
>
> Thanks for another great read! Good luck in all your endeavors!
> ~Babe~
>

Thanks, Babe, thanks, Karen, and thanks robar1521 for the
compliments. I have actually been contacted by a real writer. The
whole thing is pretty scary to me. Not the stories, but the
commitment. I suppose if I were to do it, I would let him handle
it.

But just as soon as I cut a deal with someone they are going to find
out just how notoriously irresponsible I am. The prime reason I love
the lifestyle of a gambler is every day is my own. I don't own an
alarm clock. I move my schedule around at will. I make on-the-spot
decisions to travel--all of a sudden, I'll just think "let's blow
this popsicle stand, I'm headed to that other play."

My cell phone is packed with the phone numbers of airlines, Amtrak,
bus lines, hotels, taxis, and the casinos involved. So I just whip
out the phone and make arrangements as I head back to my hotel room
to pack up my big rollaway and laptop and I'm gone. See you later,
alligator, after a while, crocadile. If I'm plotting on a new town,
I do my internet homework and feed my cell phone with all pertinenet
phone numbers.

For those who may wonder why I don't drive, it's pretty simple to
me. I made a commitment--the one commitment I have lived up to--to
myself twenty years ago and have never violated it. I got picked off
4 times driving away from bars at 2:00 AM. It made my life extremely
complicated, and the truth is I was getting sloppy. I certainly did
not want to ever be standing in court telling everyone what a "really
swell guy I am, and by the way, I'm sorry I ran over your kid." I
put an end to it. I have the bet covered 100% simply by refusing to
get a driver's license and a car. And my life is very
uncomplicated.

Getting to some plays poses logistical problems that I love to
solve. My hitchiking experience from my younger days has come in
handy. My first time to Ely, I took Greyhound to Wells then thumbed
south to Ely with $10,000 in my pocket. Sounds dangerous doesn't it?
Have you ever heard anybody say "Hey, let's go rob that hitchiker!?
No, you haven't because hitchikers are broke or else they wouldn't be
hitchiking, right? I've hitchiked in and out of Jackpot from Wells
and Twin Falls, Idaho simply because it was the only way I could get
in. I once chartered cabs all the way across Northern Nevada looking
for Draw Till U Win. I found it too.

I'm traveling heavier these days. Last year I found an oddball
payscale on a mostly individual progressive game that was on 5500
machines. There was lots of built up money in the meters. I didn't
have my laptop with me so I couldn't analyze it. It wasn't the type
of game you could punch into one of the programs and come up with the
actual payback. It had some very oddball bonus hands on it. But I
could piece it together using the programs and some math. So I wrote
all the information down and continued on my way thinking "I'll solve
this problem the next time I pull my laptop out of storage in Las
Vegas."

One thing lead to another. I got involved in other stuff and it was
almost a year before I got around to analyzing the game. When I did
I went "HOOLLLLLYYYYY COW!!! I'VE GOT TO GET TO THAT PLAY!!!!" When
I did the game had been replaced on about 80% of the machines-- and
the rest were in the process of being replaced. "Mickey, you are a
stone cold idiot," I kept telling myself.

I learned my lesson. Now the laptop comes with me.

Anyways, I have to go now. I'm gonna blow this popsicle stand.