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One of my protégés, with a youngish nerdy counter appearance, went all out one day to dress like
a street bum - a drugged-out speed-freak street bum, at my direction! His BR consisted of
individually crumbled 100s and 50s stuck into different pockets, and he practiced wild-eyed
movements in the mirror the night before. He also rehearsed bizarre low-toned self talk like "damn
damn I knew they would do this to me!" - eyes rolling upward when losing a big bet. And "Ya ya
this is it - payback time, yaaa" - eyes wide with demonic smile when winning a small bet. He
sounded like a Beavis or Butthead character.
He spread wildly from $10-150 with no heat on day shift and won $700 in 2.5 hours, proclaiming
the 'El Commode' to be a "candy store" he said that the pit-critters wouldn't go near him - I warned
him not to get rolled on the street when he left - his big problem upon leaving was that no cabs
would stop for his dangerous looking character.
He says that he is going to add another persona to his repertoire - a sluttishly flirtatious
transvestite, winking at the pit bosses and cooing "come talk to me baby!"