Stuart Wild
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It is Friday evening, the end of August is near and I would love to welcome the first day of the new month like usual. It is the point of zero where I start the count of my winnings all over again. Now my room mate is "willing" to learn how to count cards. Maybe that choice itself is the most easiest one. Becoming or being a professional cardcounter is a job like all other jobs, except every raise you got is accompanied by a hit from the pitboss watching you. The only job where raises are not given but need to be earned by yourself, and they ain't gonna make it easy for you.
This beautiful evening we decided to go to Boulder Station where their welcome at the tables is nothing else than a sleezy goodluck. Really, next time an almost naked cocktail waitress is coming near me chanting here coaktail song out of her to tight up strapped blouse, I am gonna tell here that the redlight district in Amsterdam has more opportunities for here.
Sitting at one of their tables we got the Bitch. Talking all the time to get me out of my proposition she smashed the cards at front of me showing a total disrespect for her own being. Losing my part, I helped my all excited in heaven looking room mate upon the rehabilitation of our chipstack. Blackjack isn't about now alone you see. It is about now with a future remark towards the word now...
Being emotional stable while all the plus bets are losing ones, is one of the most difficult things to do while under the pressure of making decisions not based upon emotions. One of those hands I got even pissed. Two tens making 20 versus the dealer's 4 is a good hand with a 1 percent advantage, but.... like I stated earlier it is not about winning that hand now, it is about making the best decisions for the sake of future percentages. My room mate did not understand yet that
splitting tens sometimes is a reasonable decision.
I was not sure what he was doing that time he saw the tens. Looking somewhat confused he stared from his cards to his 25 dollar bet, me trying to convince him fast enough that we need to split this hand. The bitch fat and ugly and looking for revenge based upon personal issues could not wait and told that we would be greedy and argued that we are playing with the entire table.
After hearing this remark I could not remember to laugh or to grab here over waited belly over the table to tell her that playing like the rest must be a social event than, if I look around this entertaining garden called Trashy Vegas. In a moment of impatience not sure about the outcomen and seeing my room mate still staring I grabbed the cards and commanded; split the tens dammit, I am not wasting my time at social events.
The bitch reacted furious telling me not to touch the cards and to shut up. I immediately called the pitboss who ofcourse does not give a shit either and told him that by being born again you should not tell somebody to shut up. Meanwhile the dealer busted and sometimes it pays of to do the right thing...
Of course Euro trash are all looking like homo sexuals therefore she could not resist telling my room mate where his boyfriend went after I left the table for a healthy preview with my room mate about why and what to do when you are team mates. Vegas more and more I see what a trash this town is, and how stupid all those people coming here thinking it is acceptable to lose day after day, simply because that is easier than walking your own not approved path by the audiance.
This beautiful evening we decided to go to Boulder Station where their welcome at the tables is nothing else than a sleezy goodluck. Really, next time an almost naked cocktail waitress is coming near me chanting here coaktail song out of her to tight up strapped blouse, I am gonna tell here that the redlight district in Amsterdam has more opportunities for here.
Sitting at one of their tables we got the Bitch. Talking all the time to get me out of my proposition she smashed the cards at front of me showing a total disrespect for her own being. Losing my part, I helped my all excited in heaven looking room mate upon the rehabilitation of our chipstack. Blackjack isn't about now alone you see. It is about now with a future remark towards the word now...
Being emotional stable while all the plus bets are losing ones, is one of the most difficult things to do while under the pressure of making decisions not based upon emotions. One of those hands I got even pissed. Two tens making 20 versus the dealer's 4 is a good hand with a 1 percent advantage, but.... like I stated earlier it is not about winning that hand now, it is about making the best decisions for the sake of future percentages. My room mate did not understand yet that
splitting tens sometimes is a reasonable decision.
I was not sure what he was doing that time he saw the tens. Looking somewhat confused he stared from his cards to his 25 dollar bet, me trying to convince him fast enough that we need to split this hand. The bitch fat and ugly and looking for revenge based upon personal issues could not wait and told that we would be greedy and argued that we are playing with the entire table.
After hearing this remark I could not remember to laugh or to grab here over waited belly over the table to tell her that playing like the rest must be a social event than, if I look around this entertaining garden called Trashy Vegas. In a moment of impatience not sure about the outcomen and seeing my room mate still staring I grabbed the cards and commanded; split the tens dammit, I am not wasting my time at social events.
The bitch reacted furious telling me not to touch the cards and to shut up. I immediately called the pitboss who ofcourse does not give a shit either and told him that by being born again you should not tell somebody to shut up. Meanwhile the dealer busted and sometimes it pays of to do the right thing...
Of course Euro trash are all looking like homo sexuals therefore she could not resist telling my room mate where his boyfriend went after I left the table for a healthy preview with my room mate about why and what to do when you are team mates. Vegas more and more I see what a trash this town is, and how stupid all those people coming here thinking it is acceptable to lose day after day, simply because that is easier than walking your own not approved path by the audiance.