A few stories
Maybe Mortuary Mike will chime in on that one, PT! :wink:
As for me.. I work a boring 9-5, with loans to pay, so anything that reaches 3 digits is a large sum to me.
1. I walk into the bar I spent most of my time at. Regular that usually spends a fair amount and gambles, asks me to play for $20. We play. "Double or nothing" after a few times and it's suddenly at $320. He says he'll pay me off tomorrow. M@#%$^er comes up to me at the bar about 30 minutes later and says he just lost $300 in the video crack. Boy, was I pissed. So, the next day he comes in. Says he wants to play for double or nothing again. I say no. He says let's play for $70. If he wins, it's only $250, if I win he'll pay me $100 a week until it's taken care of. I win, $390 up. He keeps pushing for one last double or nothing. I relent. I get down to my last ball and choke it. He gets down to the 8 and chokes it. I win. $780 up.. he didn't show up for a while.. finally got $260 out of him. He had been in real estate and was hit for quite a bit in child support and alimony, then the market up and died so he wasn't doing that well. Still pisses me off a bit.
2. Hanging out in the bar, drinking and shooting with a friend. Dude walks up and gets to playing, losing maybe $40 or so to me. The three of us are hanging out after a bit and as it gets late, he says let's play one last quick set for $100. I agree and end up winning. The bar had moved the ATM to by an exit.. son of a ***** goes over to the ATM, I turn to my buddy to say something and he blurts out, "Mo@#$%#er just ran out the door!" Well, my buddy and I race through the bar and out the door after him, but he had a decent jump on us. About half a block into running, I quickly find my drunken feet don't want to run as fast as I'm trying to.. so I ate shit and did a superman slide on the sidewalk half-drunk. I thought I had cleaned myself up pretty good before going to bed. The next day I put some quick bandaging on my elbow. I showed it to a coworker, who proceeded to undo my bandaging and picked the rest of the gravel out of my elbow. Took a little while to heal. **** you, Geremy Hewitt. I found your punk ass online, but you're not worth $100 you piece of s***.
3. Was sitting around at home playing cribbage with a friend. Another buddy comes over(I lived like 1 block from the bars) and says there's this guy that's pretty good that's just taking all kinds of people for $5 a rack. Ok ok, so I go over there and play some. The guy was a pretty good shot, had his own stick, rolled in a few year old bmw 7-series and dressed kinda preppy. Well, after a few games we basically have that table(bar has 4) all to ourselves. I think I was down about $20 or $40 by the time the bar closed. We agree to do it again the next day. I wait and was about to go fishing when the SOB finally shows up. Well, I end up getting back my money and then up another $100 by the time the bar closed Saturday night. Sunday, looks like he's not going to show. I should've grabbed the cue he had left, but the SOB finally shows up to play one more day. I get up to like $300 up on him. He says his buddy should be by with the money. I was like WTF. I asked if he had a credit card.. just buy my a Wii. "Weed? Let me borrow your phone and I'll call a guy I know and get you whatever you want." No, I said "Wii, the video game console".
Since we knew some of the same people, he gave my buddy his car registration(he didn't notice it was not current, bad address) and said he'd drop by the bar the next day and drop off the money. Of course, a few days come and go and nothing. So, I try calling.. no answer. I call his buddy, says he doesn't know where he is. I call the other dude back, his friend answers and says he doesn't know where he is. My friend starts hunting him down. Finds his arse and gets $50 and his address. I call the friend again, tells me to stop calling him.. I tell him I want my $$ or I'll turn his ass in. I call the dude again, says he doesn't know where the guy is(they hung out that weekend we played) and to stop calling. My buddy and I make a surprise visit to the guy's house. Just before we go up the stairs to the apartment, I call again.. guy says he doesn't know, f off and don't call again. I knock on the door. Some guy answers the door, his wife(?) and young daughter are sitting at a dinner table. I ask where Mateen is. Guy goes and calls him to the front room, half-missing-teeth dude that answered the phone is there with a "oh s***" look on his face. Mateen comes outside, swears up and down to come by tomorrow to get the money. My buddy makes the trip over there via public transportation and gets $200 more, with him promising the other $50 and $50 more for troubles the next week. I got $250 of it, gave some to my friend and called it a loss at that point. Wasted all that time, burnt my freakin weekend that was meant for fishing and was just a general pain in the ass. Learned shortly afterwards that the guy has a habit of running up gambling debts like that, but can usually take small bars for a bit at $5 a game. The first day, like I said, he looked like a preppy.. his appearance slowly deteriorated through the weekend, to where he looked like he'd been through the ringer.. messy clothes, shaggy hair, greasy.. maybe a tweaker or something, who knows.
Unless I'm playing with friends, post for sets or pay after each rack if you're unknown action.
