Playing heads up at Bellagio. Manager approaches me.
Manager : Sir, can I see your ID?
Me : I don't have one.
Manager : Sir, what's your name?
Me : They call me anonymous.
Manager : You know you're not welcome here. What's it going to take for you not to come back?
Me : As soon as I see a legal statute saying I can't access a public building.
*I stand up
*He tries to put his body against mine to intimidate me
Manager : We're just going to keep trespassing and escorting you out then.
Me : You better make everything 6-5. I'm gonna keep coming back.
*Manager darts back to desk disgruntled
Lmao. Just as I suspected. I'm reaching the casino buyout stage. They're giving up. Either that or I think they're gonna hire a hitman to kill me. Oh well. If that's how I go out. Couldn't care less. I'm dead in 50 years max anyway. If I die now jokes on all of you lmao. Enjoy this snowflake immoral and ignorant society for the next 50 years.
Just remember one thing. You can kill me, but you'll never be able to take away me being the best to ever do it on the blackjack felt. Put a price on that faggots. RIP to future me.