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Friday 1/2 at Texas Card House

I played 1/2 on Friday night at Texas Card house. I got there for the beginning of the game and the max buyin is $300. The rule at the table is you can buy in up to the biggest stack at the table. I was the only non regular at the table but I did know 2 of the guys pretty well (seat 3 and 5). Seat 3 is tight/aggressive and seat 5 is tight/passive. I am in seat 6 and seat 10 is an older guy who I have played 5/10 with in Oklahoma and Vegas but he doesn’t recognize me. He is pretty straight forward. I sat and visited with the 2 guys I knew the first couple of rounds just folding trying to get a read on the table. Everyone knew each other and I could tell they play there a lot b/c the dealers knew all of them too.

The standard was for people to limp and and then one person would raise to 12 or 15. If there were no limpers the standard raise was 10 or 12. I noticed pretty quickly that seat 1 which they were calling “grinder” was playing every hand seeing every flop. Most of the time limping and calling a raise O.O.P. or he would open for 10. Seat 4 was telling the guy next to me that he is going to Vegas for 30 days this summer to play the WSOP so I knew he must be pretty serious about playing. Remaining players:

seat 2: 30’ish european guy that just limped and called a lot.

seat 7: older gentleman who was very curious who I was b/c he had never seen me before. He was calling a lot and then I saw him bluff when checked to and then showed it.

seat 8: Young professional(as in a computer programmer/lawer not a poker pro) who was drinking and evidently has no social life besides coming to play at the card house every night. He played extremely tight and every other button he would leave to go outside and smoke.

seat 9: Middle aged hispanic guy that knew everyone. He had the headphones in and was taking the game serious. Fairly tight but not too agressive.

I pretty much folded for the first hour and not much was going on really until seat 1(grinder) and seat 8 got it all in on the flop. Grinder won with KK vs QQ. Then a couple of hands later seat 1 busted seat 2 on some limped pot that they had a paired flop but seat 1’s kicker made him a full house. All of the sudden seat 1 has about $1,000 in front of him and others started buying in with bigger stacks. I put in another $300 to make my stack a little under $600 but mostly everyone had about $500 by now except seat 7 and 8 who were still around $300 or less.

1st hand I really played I had QQ in the BB. There were several limpers then seat 4 raised it to $20. Seat 5 folded and I knew seat 4 had a big hand so I just called. I didn’t want to give away the strength of my hand and I was ok if others came along. Seat 1 “grinder” called which I knew he would and everyone else folded so 3 of us saw the flop. The flop comes T,T,x rainbow. I check and seat 1 donks bet $30. Seat 5 calls and here is my dilemma. It’s possible seat 1 has a T but obviously unlikely. Seat 5’s call is very strong. There are times here where I could check raise this flop to get seat 1 to fold but I don’t think Seat 5 would ever buy that I cold called his 3 bet with a T in my hand so I see no reason to do that. I call hoping that my QQ is good but not confident. The turn is another blank. I check and seat 1 bets $35 and seat 5 calls. I now know seat 1 doesn’t have a T or he bets bigger but am now convinced Seat 5 has AA. I think he raises with KK or JJ but with the bet only being $35 I have to call. The river brings a J and now I can’t beat anything Seat 5 is holding. I check, seat 1 checks, and seat 5 checks. I turn over QQ and seat 1 mucks and seat 5 turns over AA no surprise. Seat 5 was mad at himself saying he should have bet the river. I definitely would not have called him.

The other hand I want to mention is I made it $12 from mp with TT and got 4 callers. Seat 1,2,7,9 were my customers. Seat 1,2 were OOP with 9 being the button. Flop comes T,9,x rainbow. Checked to me I bet $35 and old guy seat 7 calls me and other 2 fold. The turn is a K so I gave the check like it was a scare card and seat 6 immediately shoves all in for about $290. If he would have bet like a $100 I would have really been worried about QJ but when he shoved I felt pretty good about it so I called quickly. The river is an A and he turns over KJ and I scoop a good pot.

My biggest pot of the night was when I had 99 in the BB. Seat 8 UTG makes it $12 and seat 1 3 bets to $50 I immediately look at seat 8 to get a read and he grabs his chips (a little less than $300). He didn’t like the the raise and he’s thinking about just shoving his stack in there. Seat 2 calls $50 but only has $150 behind (terrible). Seat 5 in the SB makes throws 2 greens out there to call so I call expecting to see seat 8 shove the problem is dealer looks at me and says it’s $150. Well, seat 5 threw a black chip with his two greens. I have over $1500 in my stack. I just tossed 2 greens out so the rule is I can fold and leave my $50 out there or I can complete the call. I say ok and toss out a black chip. This forces seat 8 to go ahead and fold. Of course, seat 1 calls and then seat 2 says, “time to gamble” and puts the rest of his stack in which was $199 total so the $49 more is not considered a raise to seat 5 can’t reraise which he asks if he can. We all call so a little over $800 is in the pot and the flop comes K,9,5 rainbow. Seat 5 is first to act and he shoves in a little over $400. I call and then seat 1 tanks. This is too good to be true I’m thinking. He’s trying to talk himself into calling. As soon as I called seat 5 says fuck b/c he knows me very well. Seat 1 doesn’t know me at all and is perfectly displaying he’s not thinking of either one of our hands. He has to call about $1,000 or so b/c he has me covered. Finally after about a minute he folds. I think he must have folded AK or KQ but it was definitely a K. It should have been a snap fold. I can’t imagine what he thinks I have or seat 5 if he is struggling making that fold. Fact is he hates to fold. I saw it all night. Anyway when he folds I turn over my set and the board runs out harmless and seat 5 mucks. I could have made seat 5 turn his hand over 1st but I like to give people the courtesy of folding without showing especially when they aren’t good players. I see dickheads slowroll people all the time just to see what people have. It’s rude and bad for the game b/c it will make the weak player leave and embarrass them. Anyway, I’m pretty sure he had AK. I didn’t ask and I hate it when people do ask. Why add insult to injury? Luckily, no one did. He got up and left anyway but that was b/c he was out of money. I played another hour or so and then cashed out for $2,522 and I was in for $1,300.

Overall, I was happy with the way I played. I did fold 99 to seat 9 a few hands earlier when I made it $10 and he 3bet to $40. I looked at his stack and he only had $190. A rule I go by is he needs to have at least $400 for me to call there and $600 would be better. Back to the earlier hand I obviously am going to fold to the $150 4bet with 99 but once I had $50 in there I knew seat 1 was coming along and his stack was $1500+ so I figured I had the right odds and I very well had the best hand and they could be sharing outs.

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Rare Muzik I had so many close calls. I was gambling with my life. I was emphatic about leaving the narcotics business. We all have epiphanies. I definitely wanted to make some changes to my lifestyle. Over the course of my illegal activities, I met all sorts of people. Music was always a huge passion of mine. I grew up during the 80’s. There was so many fresh sounds that shaped my love for music. I was a huge fan of New Wave, Punk, and Industrial music. I loved Hip Hop too, it was unlike anything I had ever heard in my life. I would listen to The Cure, Depeche Mode, The Smiths, New Order, Run DMC, The Beastie Boys, LL Cool J, and Eric B & Rakim just to name a few. Music was submerged deep within my soul. Anyone who truly knows me can attest to this claim. I would always go to nightclubs and concerts as a teenager. My friend AK was a rapper who had recorded music as a group member that was signed to a respectable underground label(Jam Down, Lil Keke) based out of Houston. I knew a few of the up and coming rappers from Houston because a lot of them sold drugs. I would pick their brains when it came to the music business. No offense to any of them, but I was much more intelligent, aggressive, and had an ear for great music. I was a fan of most musical genres, which gave me an edge. How can you truly love music if you only listen to one or two genres? I was able to see the mistakes they made and utilize all of their information and implement that into my own label, that would be strategically unleashed upon the underground Hip Hop music scene. The last few years of my life was a keen example of futility. The only positive was the money it brought in. So in early 2000, I formed my own independent music label. RARE MUZIK, INC. would become the most important thing I had ever taken on. It was my baby. I was well schooled from the guys I knew in the music business. They really did not take it as seriously as they should have. Some of them did, but most of them did it as a way to wash their drug money. I was going to do it so I never had to sell drugs again. That was my motivating factor fused with my great love for music. My bond with AK and Raul was so strong, that I let them in as equal partners. It was a 33.3% split of ownership. I did about 90% of the business operations and funding. Raul was going through a rough patch. We were barely starting off so I was micro-managing the hell out of my label. I thought of the name, logo, marketing strategies, bought our studio equipment, hired a legal team, set up our publishing company, hired producers, engineers, got our U.P.C. codes, and so much more. I thought of ways to promote. Some of which included mass quantities of posters, shirts, flats, radio promos for shows, Houston Press ads, sponsored wet t-shirt contests(these were huge back in the early millennium) at night clubs before our shows. Whenever a night club would have their commercials played on the radio I would ask them to mention Rare Muzik since we were performing and sponsoring their weekly contests. They all agreed. At first I only had AK as an artist. We had recorded a few songs. Houston had a very basic, almost elementary sound to their Hip Hop back then. Only a few of the rap artists from H Town actually had the intelligence to have lyrically sound verses with amazing metaphors. Besides the legendary Scarface, they were mediocre at best. For the most part, acts like Lil Flip, Big Moe, and Paul Wall were starting to gain some national recognition. Their lyrical content was extremely basic. We were doing more and more shows. A buzz was slowly being forged from massive amounts of hard work and our fresh sound. It is Nearly impossible to describe the amount of work I put into Rare Muzik. I would have to dedicate countless entries for you all to grasp the blood, sweat, and tears I put into my company. 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That did not go over very easy with me. I was working countless hours and had spent over 30 thousand dollars. Lost Child was the only one who had the same drive as me to complete our first full length release. I bumped AK’s album back due to his unwillingness to put in the work to complete his project. So, I focused 100% of my time and resources on Lost Child’s album. This was putting a heavy burden and strain on the battle tested relationships I had with Ak and especially Raul. I had several talks with them voicing my frustration. I asked them both to step it up. I felt taken advantage of and this was something I could not allow, even from them. We were going to make lots of money. At least that was the plan. I was going to be able to have shrink wrapped, store ready CD’s pressed up for about 70 cents. After the distribution(local) percentage was taken out, that was going to leave the label with about $9 dollars per unit. This is one of the major upsides of owning a label yourself instead of going the old-fashion route of looking for a record contract. That is why you saw so many rap labels during the mid to late 90’s being formed. To this day, this entrepreneurial attitude is the norm in the music industry. If I pressed up 10 thousand CD’s at 70 pennies per unit and made $9 dollars off of each one that was a net profit of $83,000. Of course I would still have to deduct my initial investment of starting the label and getting these projects completed. It would still leave me with a $40,000 profit after only 10,000 units were moved. After that, it was going to be some serious numbers. For some reason, Raul and AK were still not carrying their load. I could not allow this because we were in contact with Universal, Interscope, and Jive records for national distribution. They are as big as it gets in the music business. Jive Records was going to fly us to New York for negotiations. I pleaded with Raul and AK to step their game up. I was furious after another attempt went almost ignored for some reason. I contacted my lawyer and had him draw up papers to have them relinquish all ownership and shares of Rare Muzik back to me. All I needed was their signatures of resignation. I remember thinking, “I should of signed a fucking alternative band!” This was a very delicate situation I was about to go through. Friendships, a million dollar offer, and the streets were on the horizon. Old habits die hard and they can be costly too…

Wild Boy-Part 3

image Freedom was an amazing feeling. I was extremely happy. I was able to be around my loved ones. Eat good food, have sex, and do so many things that we all take for granted. I had to do the final year of my three year sentence on Parole. This meant I had to parole to an address that was checked out by The State of Texas or I could not be released. I had not lived with my parents for years. I moved out on my own when I was 18. It was a little strange living back home, but it was welcomed after my incarceration. Besides, I missed my family tremendously. I looked for a job when I first got out. I am pretty sure I could of searched for employment with more intensity. After about 15 applications I was becoming discouraged. I had 3 semesters of Community College and 2 felonies. I was not going to work a minimum wage job. That was one of the first times I realized how my mistakes in life would haunt me. Academics were always easy for me. My intelligence quotient was 137. I had a phenomenal memory with excellent reasoning and verbal skills. All of this meant nothing without a clean record and a college degree. A friend of mine brought me to a Gentleman’s Club that was located near Clear Lake named Chesapeake Bay to celebrate my release. I had a great time. I remember a high percentage of the waitresses and dancers wanting cocaine. They all wanted quarter grams. A very small amount that sold for $20. I saw an opportunity to make some money which I desperately needed. Back then, prices were much cheaper than they are today. Ounces were only $550. I bought an eightball(3.5 grams) of cocaine for $80. I returned to the club the very next night with the entire thing bagged up into 20’s. I weighed them slightly shorter than a quarter gram. cialis and stroke I made 16 bags total. That would turn into $320 with a profit of $240. I told my waitress from the night before that I had some blow. They sold out within 90 minutes. I did that over and over again. 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I had entirely too much going on and it was best. I obviously had no ill will towards my father for kicking me out. I only had a few more months of parole left, which was going great. I only had to report once over the 13 months I was out. My parole officer was not an attractive woman. I began having sex with her(her idea) on my very first home visit. I never had to report, pay my monthly fees, or take a single urine analysis. She actually provided negative U.A.’s and put them in my folder. I tried to find an apartment. There is not an apartment complex around that will rent to you if you have a criminal background. I remember being extremely angry. This is one of the many things that made me dislike the government and the way the system is set up. You can only rent apartments in really bad areas. They will not rent to you in the suburbs if you have a felony on your record. It is all set up for you to live in a shitty area, which is a higher risk accutane online canadian pharmacy of you getting into trouble. So, I got a female friend to put an apartment in her name for me. I had a really nice apartment, a decent car, and I had about 20 grand saved up. I went out a lot. I spent lots of money. Things were going really good for several years. I made more and more connections, which translates into more money. I was moving about 2 kilos per week. I was also starting to dabble a little bit in the ecstasy business. Nothing major, I was moving about 200 pills per week. Just before the new millennium, I met a younger guy named Raul. I was about 6 years older. We only worked on a business level. We would eventually develop a bond and closeness that still surprises me to this day. It is almost impossible to trust anyone whenever you are selling large amounts of cocaine. You have to worry about so many things. The police, people wanting to rob you, snitching, and you must be prepared to handle it accordingly. I always carried a gun. I was raised by wonderful parents. I was always a good kid for the most part. Somehow, I had become somebody else. It was like I had a split personality. I was spending more time with Raul on a social level outside of our business relationship. We had recently went out and bought a Rolex each and had custom diamond bezels put on them. I chose a 4.5 carat princess cut for mine. On New Years Eve(2000) we rented a Navigator Limo and stocked it with 8 bottles of Dom Perignon. Raul brought his longtime girlfriend with him and we had a few friends join us. I was single at the time, but had a few girls I could call at any time that would be more than willing to see me. I remember thinking how great my life was that night. I bought a new Cadillac, Another Rolex, and I had a very respectable sum of money stashed in various places. On December 2nd the night of the Felix Trinidad vs. Fernando Vargas fight. Raul, myself, and our close friend who went by A.K. decided to watch the pay-per-view event at The Ritz Gentleman’s Club. We had a few bottles of champagne and plenty of girls around us. We decided to hit up Club Roxy after the fight. The three of us, a stupid guy named Johnny was going to tag along too. He was brother to one of Raul’s very close friends who was in prison. He asked Raul to look after Johnny while he was away. I found that to be kind of funny because this guy was nearly 10 years older. 5 or 6 strippers left work and joined us. Johnny and the girls rode in his Tahoe, Ak was in his Accord, and Raul and I hit I-45 driving North in his new Lexus. Our newly developed bond was about to be tested beyond belief.

Wild Boy- Part 1

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Bad news, Subway fans: Your $5 footlong may be LESS healthy than a McDonald’s Big Mac

I always get wheat bread and I never order chips, drinks, or cookies at Subway so I guess I’m ok.
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