You have replaced Arci...Originally Posted by regnis
You have replaced Arci...Originally Posted by regnis
I think that covers it. Conversation over.Originally Posted by Alan Mendelson
Alan and I are children of the 70's, back in the day when "jewed" and "flying fuck" were tossed about indiscriminately. Then one day I realized I had no idea what a "flying fuck" really was, and stopped using it.
Today I discovered it's a remote controlled helicopter. And while I feel badly Alan doesn't want to give me one, I don't blame him. They look pretty neat.
Where I lived in the 70s if you "tossed about indiscriminately" the word "jewed" you'd have your ass kicked. Asshole.Originally Posted by redietz
I grew up in NY and the town I lived was 99.9% Catholic the town next door to us was 99.9% Jewish... We all knew the rules about where and what we could do..
One thing that Alan wrote made me chuckle a Jewish boy beating up a Catholic Boy NEVER happened...maybe if it was 3 against 1 maybe.
For him to call redietz a asshole just proves what a punk assed bitch Alan is...
Originally Posted by Alan Mendelson
So now prick you're saying Jewish people are whimps?Originally Posted by HardEight
Yes I am... But then again the majority of you are smart enough to walk away from a fight. The dummies got their ass kicked week in week out.
Originally Posted by Alan Mendelson
Last edited by HardEight; 04-08-2016 at 04:50 PM.
The story of Mickey Crimm... [The easiest guy in the world to mess with.]
"Part 1, APRIL 13, 2006
Every so often I hear the story of a gambler that tickles my fancy.
There are as many angles on this business of gambling as there are individuals who come at it. But some are, shall we say, more individual than others. Mickey Crimm is one of those. This appeared in a post on one of the Internet forums I belong to and Mickey granted me generous permission to share his story with you. This is a two-parter; tune in for the exciting conclusion next week.
Hitchhiking Along the Poker Circuit
My name is Mickey Crimm. I'm 53 years old this month. I was born in North Dakota, grew up in Mississippi, Louisiana and California. I joined the Merchant Marines at 16, the Army at 18, and went to Alaska at 21, then proceeded to gallivant all around that state off and on for 18 years. My folks have lived in Juneau, Alaska since 1970.
I never had a career. I was a drifter and a job skipper. I held a job for 13 months once, back in the seventies -- my civilian record. I always wanted to see what was on the other side of the hill and I didn't care much how I got there. Drive, fly, walk, bus, hitchhike, freight train. Whatever. From the Aleutians to Las Vegas. I've drifted through a lot of places. Mostly thumbing the interstates or riding freight trains. I lost my driver's license a long time ago and never cared to get it back. I took regular jobs in some of those spots but mostly worked day labor, living out of a small backpack and a sleeping bag.
I'm the King of the Hitchhikers. Well over a hundred thousand miles, mostly west of the Mississippi. Don't like it much back east. I don't think there’s one stretch of interstate west of the river I haven't thumbed. My longest hitchhike was from Meridian, Mississippi, to Skagway, Alaska: 5,000 miles in seven days almost to the minute.
I was in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, in April 1992, working as a stevedore, when my real father fell dead of a heart attack in Tupelo, Mississippi. I had $1,500 to my name, but laid down $1,100 on a one-way flight to Tupelo. There hadn't been a plane in or out of Dutch in three days (great weather in Dutch), but a little hole opened in the sky and we shot through it. When I got my dad buried, my Mississippi relatives asked me how I was gonna get back to Alaska. "I'll show you how. Drop me off on the highway and get lost."
I hitchhiked to Las Vegas with $300 and change, looking to parlay it up. I needed to be standing in Seattle with $550 to fly back to Dutch. I went broke on the first day (nothing new to me). I was on the street (nothing new to me). I had no job (nothing new to me).
I met a casino hustler named Black Bart who taught me how to “buffalo hunt,” cruising the slots looking for credits on abandoned machines. I got really good at it. One time, another hustler and I were lying to each other about how good we were. I told him, "Once I was walking down the street in front of the Golden Nugget and spied a machine flashing in the Horseshoe, so I walked across the street and picked up the credits."
He said, "That's nothing. I was riding the bus down the Strip, spied a machine flashing in the Riviera, got off at the next stop, walked back to the Riviera, and picked up the credits."
One day I walked into the Horseshoe just after the final event of the World Series of Poker had started. I watched the whole thing for the next three days. The proverbial light bulb went off in my head. If these hillbillies can do it, so can I. I left no stone uncovered in my research. The Special Collections section of the North Las Vegas Library has the best collection of poker books I've ever seen in a library anywhere. I had a couple of logistical problems, though. I didn't have a bankroll and it was hotter than hell in Las Vegas. I'd have to put Las Vegas on hold.
I hitchhiked north, had a change of heart, and wound up in Seattle, looking to make the money to get back to Dutch. Coming up with $550 working day labor for minimum wage was going to...
Part 2, APRIL 21, 2006
Last week, we met Mickey Crimm, one of the true gambling individuals I’ve run across in my years in the business. This is the second and final part of his series. If you missed the first part, scroll down to the link to the Frugal Fridays archives and read it first.
Once a Drifter ...
So I took off hitchhiking around the world looking for another stud hi-lo game. I thumbed and thumbed and thumbed. Went back to Iowa and even Michigan. Couldn't find one. I finally rolled into Laughlin, Nevada, in October 1996, with 99 cents and some rolling tobacco in my pocket. I stashed my gear in the desert on a hill overlooking Harrah's. There was one thing I was qualified to do at that point: buffalo hunt.
I went into Harrah's and was picking up some change when I noticed another buffalo hunter and struck up a conversation. "This is great," he says. "I'm from Atlanta and went broke playing blackjack. I got a couple of days before my flight back and some local showed me how to do this.” He also showed me the pigs.
"The pigs," I said. "What are the pigs?”
"Some slot machines the locals are beating," he said.
"Show them to me."
Harrah's had a bank of six quarter Piggy Bankin’ machines. They were bonusing slots. In between slot cruises, I stood there and watched. A tourist would put in a twenty-dollar bill and bang two coins. A computer screen up top had a piggy bank that started with ten coins in it. Every time the machine caught three blanks, two coins went into the piggy bank. On the third reel was a symbol called “Break the Bank” and the bank kept rising until that symbol landed on the line. Then the piggy bank broke and the tourist got all the coins in it. It was what I now know to be a rapid progressive.
But there was something else going on. Many tourists ran up the bank, ran out of credits, and walked off. Someone hovering around could play the machine, betting one coin, until he broke the bank. He could then cash out and go back to hovering around. I didn't know what the savvy locals considered a good play, but they didn't seem to be interested in any bank with less than 35 credits. I see, said the blind man. I didn't know what it took for bankroll either. I just knew I didn't have one.
So I took off upriver. Not good for a buffalo hunter to hang around one casino too long. I went through Gold River, then the Nugget, and into the Pioneer. While credit hunting I noticed a guy I knew from the streets of Las Vegas. He’d been playing a game called Flush Attack and was cashing out. He had three big buckets of quarters sitting on the machine. I walked up and asked what he was doing. He started bragging about all the money he had. Even pulled out a big wad of bills and waved them around. I asked him to give me a clue. He said, "If something comes up, I'll let you know," and walked off. That might have been what he said, but what he was thinking was, "Go to hell."
By the time I got to the Edgewater I had $21. A lady playing a pig walked off on 65. What to do? What to do? Oh well, if I go broke I just start over. Something has to give. I dropped a quarter in and broke the bank on the first spin of the first pig I ever played. That’s when I fell in love with that "Break the Bank" symbol. I continued to buffalo hunt for two days, but played any pig at 50 or higher. Those machines were all up and down the river. At $300 in bankroll I started playing the dollars. Somehow I got through the window. Once my bankroll was safe, I started creeping down the number. I knocked off the credit hunting. Didn't want to lose any casinos with those machines in them.
Two days later I checked into Gold River and haven't been without a roof over my head since. October of this year will be 10 years. Somehow or another the whole thing came together for me: the money-making opportunity on the pigs, the money-management skills (I finally realized the more money I had, the more money I could make), more available bonus..."
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Most likely. However, it is likely they were misled by Singer.Originally Posted by Alan Mendelson
While this does not prove he was evicted, it does demonstrate he left the apartment complex under less than agreeable circumstances. His address then changed to a trailer park in Pahrump. You can make whatever assumption you want.Originally Posted by Alan Mendelson
Robert Argentino
Type: CIVIL JUDGMENT | Amount: $958
Court: NORTH VALLEY JUSTICE COURT
Case Number: | Date Filed: 09/26/2011
Debtor Address: 34807 N 32nd Dr Apt 1015, PHOENIX, AZ 85086
Creditor: IRONHORSE AT TRAMONTO ALLIANCE R
You only saw a couple of years and I've already explained the results. Besides, I never said I was a great player. I only agreed to provide my results to get Singer to back down and prove he was a liar and a fraud. Sorry you can't accept what is obvious to almost everyone.Originally Posted by Alan Mendelson
Thanks Arc. Specifically what did he lie about? Can you give me the specific lie? So far it appears you are linking various things to come up with a conclusion.
Regarding the judgment of $958: that is less than four plays on a $25 video poker machine.
I can understand how he was billed for something from a former rental and didn't pay it. It actually happened to Linda. We found out about it when we signed our lease. In her case it was a cleaning charge from a place she lived in about five years earlier and she was unaware she was billed for the cleaning; that landlord went to Small Claims when Linda didn't pay the bill. Linda said she didn't receive the bill and in fact she hadn't given that landlord the address of her new place. She was sued for $110. Linda left under agreeable circumstances.
Man,you are glued to Singer`s nutz...which is fineOriginally Posted by Alan Mendelson
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Sorry, one last thing before I go. Fuck you HardEight and all your various aliases.Originally Posted by HardEight
james40
I have only one name in here, may I suggest to you that you find a big Ol Tittie and suck on it as well as your bagel chomping pal Alan.
Originally Posted by james40
This stuff's funny. We've got Mickey back again as Hardeight with more Internet tough talk, arci's still trying to get even with me from mocking his failed life reality with his ongoing lies, redietz is showing how much he idolizes the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, and we learned that mickeycrimm pissed his entire life away so his Social Security pymts. truly are that of a slug!
I still like laughing at arci the most. I mean, his knowing that our lives happily go on while he cries himself to sleep every night, alone & forgotten and left to contemplate the selfish choices he always made when it came to "Deb" ().....is really the end-all of his hatred of me. All those lies he tells about me----hmmm....and I only need say one simple truth about him to cut his heart out: my wife's right here next to me; Deborah Mustain is eating dirt! Haha haha haha!!
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Rob idolizes Jerry Sandusky.
My point is I don't even know who Reverend Wright is, so I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to idolize him. I'm sure I've never referenced him in any post. So if Rob is going to publicly post about me idolizing someone I've never mentioned (must be Rob opining again), I'll just opine about how Rob was on Jerry's missing donor lists. Fair enough, Rob?
Mr Redietz
Don't you find it ironic that Alan showed his true colors then took his shine box and ran off crying. He called you a asshole for no reason whatsoever. Then his fellow tribe member joined his pity party. Two schmucks....
I think we should celebrate their departure with a big bowl of matzoh ball soup.
Originally Posted by redietz
How about owning a big house?Originally Posted by Alan Mendelson
It shows how unlikely it is Singer ever played a $25 machine or even a $5 machine. When he tries to welsh out of something that small you know he doesn't have much money. That would be yet another lie out of hundreds. Even you've caught him in many lies. His entire existence is just one lie after another.Originally Posted by Alan Mendelson
It's also obvious he's feeling the pain of being outed as he brought up my wife yet again. It's always a dead giveaway.
How about the most obvious "lie" -- Rob Singer admits to lying on forums to f*** with people.
Psst....I like the "dead"partOriginally Posted by arcimede$
Face it my friend, aside from life really sticking it to you, tell us exactly how dumb you feel for having your tax transcripts backfire on you...providing enuf entertainment for us and enuf humiliation for you so that you had no other choice but to keep whining "but gee Alan, I played more and won more in the years "before & after" the years I provided transcripts for! Bwahahahahahaha!!! Such an idiot.
I'm sure gonna miss this.
Sorry to burst your little bubble but nothing you say has an effect on me especially when you mention my wife. Your claims are beyond ridiculous and would be laughed at by anyone in the medical profession. All you do is make it obvious you are completely clueless and too stupid to even realize just how big of a fool you are making of yourself. Add the fact you only bring it up when one of your lies is being exposed and you are feeling particularly vulnerable and it is actually quite hilarious.Originally Posted by Rob.SingerPsst....I like the "dead"part
Still waiting for you send a measly $300 to Alan to see those transcripts. The fact you haven't tells everyone that even you believe me 100%. We all know who was humiliated and that you be little boy Robbie. But hey, those were some real nice projections. You've now let us all know how you feel deep inside. It sucks to be you. LOL.Originally Posted by Rob.Singer
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