The ongoing Ellix Powers saga part ten

Ellix had called me yesterday afternoon at about three to see when I was headed over to the Rio, and I told him I just had to grab some lunch and Id be over, he asked if I could pick him up and mentioned he would appreciate it if I grabbed him something to eat. I swung through burger king on the way and further abused their 69 cent cheeseburger charity. I picked up Ellix at the Little Hotel around 4, and after he got into the car, he left the door wide open. He turned to me and said “you see that man?” I didn’t really see what he was getting at, so he started swinging his right arm limply, “You see what the fuck IM sayin?” I still didn’t see, until he reached across his body with his left hand to close the door. Apparently, he was unable to fully use his right arm for reasons left unsaid. “I don’t know what the fuck, I’m getting old man, I’m just ready to go up to heaven. I don’t even want money anymore, I just want to go be with god. Anything I win, I’m giving to Karen.” I handed him the burgers, and he started chowing down as we drove.

From there he started talking about finally getting paid by the documentary crew. He was saying how he had gotten like 5 calls from them yesterday telling him where to meet up, and he just kept saying he’d go but then he didn’t. He was pissed because he used to call them 10 times a day with ideas and they would tell him it was a poker documentary not just an Ellix Powers documentary. But he’s having the last laugh now, “Motherfuckers realize that I’m the one people want to see, they don’t want to see these boring motherfuckers winning, most those guys will make them turn off the camera after they lose, I don’t give a fuck, they can film me whenever, they know I’m the show, but fuck them. They had their chance. I’m ducking them now, well, I’m not ducking them, I’m just making them find me.”

I asked him how his book treatment was going, and he said he wasn’t even involved in that, his agent was handling it. “I never even met the motherfucker, a poker writer set me up with him, he’s micheal vick’s agent, but I aint even met the motherfucker yet. I was going to call him up yesterday, tell him to get me on oprah. She’s always having rich motherfuckers on there, she should put a guy like me on. I’m gonna call him up on Monday, he’s got the kind of connections he can get me on Oprah. I’m what the people want to see.”

Stopped at the traffic light just outside the Rio, Ellix was done with his cheeseburger and just tossed the refuse out the window with the type of high arching trajectory that you would try to use in a game of beer pong. We pulled into the Rio and started making the long walk from the parking lot into the Rio and down the long convention center hallways to the poker room. There were people walking in both directions, as me and Ellix ambled talking. He was telling me a story about how he should probably be considered a billionaire compared to normal working people because he hadn’t ever had to work and he had seen millions of dollars, but since it was without working it should be considered billions. As we talked, someone bumped into him walking the other direction even though we were on the far right side of the corridor. “Hey! Are you from England?” Ellix yelled, and angrily followed it up with “We’re in motherfucking America, man.” Then he went on with his story and I went on to drop another 100 at 4-8.

The ongoing Ellix Powers saga part ten

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