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went to church on Sunday to get a letter of recommendation from a priest. I dont really like the people in that church. I dont know anyone in there...except for this brown girl that i've seen at just about every 1pm mass ive ever been to since i was 14....well, i dont know her...i just feel like I do. I hate the priest at St. Bartholomew's...the fucker fell asleep in the middle of mass. he looks like the kind of priest who loves the texture of little boy nut sack. fuck him! ya know when you first speak to someone and you just have this overwhelming feeling that "this is a bad person"....yeah...i had that instantly. i wanted to literally punch him in the mouth...because he has these duck lips...perfect for knuckle sandwiches.
one of my good friends from Quebec City is in town for a few weeks. he called me out early Sunday afternoon to join his superbowl party with "the crew" at "headquarters."
so we arrive at the penthouse condo on King. Beer cases and liquor line the kitchen walls. this place is sick. then my buddy starts on the superbowl feast....he's a chef. holy fuck...seriously, ive been to parties with good food....even parties with great food. ive been to weddings and housewarmings and christmas dinners...but seriously, this was the best food ever... I think its because it was perfect food for the occasion, there was a lot of it, and because each fuckin dish was just plain old GOOD food.
so as people started to file in the penthouse...me and my buddy are already 3 beers and 2 joints deep. we go to the condo's garden area and start barbecuin some hardcore ribs.
then the bookie walks in. fuckin serious. He's got his papers in hand and starts takin orders. An order is $100 on any given bet. there are tons of things to bet on....literally for every eventuality. People start placing orders...I hear shit like "I want 5 orders on field goal before the end of 1st". These guys are serious gamblers. During the game...some dude gets up and silences the whole room "I've got $500 this dude will miss the field goal!!" SERIOUS?! this dude...by the end of the night, hit ALL of his bets. He's a serious gambler...he won a lot of money. I put a $20sidebet....just to make the game funner.
i see this girl. holy fuck. its my church girl! the girl i've had a passing crush on for like 10 years. What a coincedence. She's a friend now...and her chili was hot and delicious....but she was not...her voice was annoying and she was kinda ugly from close. but still, it was great to meet her. I also met a friend i hadn't seen in like 9 years when I worked at Woodie Woodchucks.
so, countless of beers in....superbowl over. poker time. I was fuckin nervous as hell. I was warned that these dudes were serious gamblers. like, gambling is a significant income earner for these dudes. I was determined to test out my skills...developing skills...not very good skills...but slowly getting there. I was quiet most of the game...made some good bets and balsy moves. I was quiet...no trash talking. people started to notice my chip stack grow...and by end of it, the fuckin feared me. I won the first game (at a reduced $10 buy-in). It wasnt the money (which i needed) but the sheer fuckin joy of having beat giants. it was really cool coz they played like how they play on tv......no one really made a stupid mistake...just straight up intelligent poker.... no "Im sleepy...all-in".....no "fuck it, its only $2 anyway...all-in". I WAS HIGH! Played another game....barely lost...but lost anyway.
new friends, food for the mother fuckin' gods, money, first superbowl party, poker, more new friends.
pamela and M.............i found your soulmates.