Sneakin’ Out

by , Aug 8, 2007 | 5:23 am

LAS VEGAS–I just woke up from a dream about the World Series, the Rio, Clonie, and the guys from Wicked Chops (who were waiting in line but had no potato chips). Took another big hit at the table yesterday but am still up for the whole 2+ month trip … but just barely. Today/yesterday I met another “fixer” — who can hook me up with all the drugs, whores, limos, five-star personal chefs, and/or young boys one could ever want. (But no younger than 18! “This is Vegas, dude, but that would just be wrong.”) A good chunk of his client list supposedly includes aging rock stars and elected officials. I also suffered my first slot machine losses of the century — $20. It’s clearly time for me to go.

(Actually I am running a little late — should face some tough California traffic in the morning, as I am taking the long way home.)

Big ups and mad props to the gentlemen of Rounder Club West for putting up with me for my post-WSOP encore. Thanks Don and Doc. But I’m gonna get outta here before you see what I did in the corner.

UPDATE: Got a voicemail from Doctor Steve while I was napping, and he (finally) cashed in a Sahara tourney for $600. Congrats, Doc! Knew you could do it! Next step is winning it all. Our work here is finished just beginning …


3 Comments to “Sneakin’ Out”


  1. leigh
    says:

    come back real soon!


  2. DanM
    says:

    No way, Leigh, you Vegas people are CRAZY! Um, sure. Ok. I’ll be right over.


  3. Jen
    says:

    Yeah, Vegas misses you, and now Southern Cali does too! But I’m sure Dallas will be glad to see you again. I hear there’s a cute girl waiting for you there with her tail wagging.