by Julius | Sep 14, 2019 | Poker Stories
I left out a killer story about Spades, but it takes place during the summer of 2010 — currently 2 years ahead from the present timeline. I was going to leave this one out, but I gave it some thought — it’s just too critical of a story, and it speaks volumes to why...
by Julius | Sep 14, 2019 | Poker Stories
With my car nowhere in sight, I rapidly fell into a state of confusion. I took a look around, completing a full 360 — nothing. My keys were already in my hand, so I held down the panic button while raising the key fob towards the sky — still, nothing. Had my car been...
by Julius | Sep 14, 2019 | Poker Stories
It was August of 2008, and I had just started my first semester of college at St. John’s University in Queens, NY. I was attending on a scholarship, but my family wasn’t wealthy — thankfully, I had locked up a dealing spot in Sal’s game on Bell Blvd, which ran three...
by Julius | Sep 14, 2019 | Poker Stories
The summer of 2007 was coming to a close, and I would soon be starting my senior year of high school. I was all set to attend St. John’s University in Queens, on a scholarship to major in computer science, and I had just recently experienced my first police raid. You...
by Julius | Sep 14, 2019 | Poker Stories
About a year or so ago when I first met Andy, one of the first things I learned from him was that running an underground poker club was illegal. At the time, I simply wasn’t aware of that fact. He had told me what to do if I was to ever find myself in a police...
by Julius | Sep 14, 2019 | Poker Stories
I had just woken up minutes ago, still not yet home from my first trip to Turning Stone. I had just received an unexpected text from Andy — he said that he wouldn’t be playing at Spades any longer, and to call him as soon as possible. I immediately texted him back....
