The Ongoing Ellix Powers saga part 14

Ellix called me at 8:30 in the morning yesterday, after I had been out partying with some buddies from out of town until about 6 AM. I told him I would call him when I woke up and did just that around 1 PM. We agreed to meet up after my barbeque, and said we would go to the Rio around 8 that night. When I finally got to the little hotel it was probably more like 9PM and I felt bad that I had been out partying and eating bacon wrapped chicken when I should have been tending to my Ellix duties.

He got in the car and I apologized and sped towards the Rio. Ellix immediately questioned, “What’s the fucking hurry. See you gotta learn, being in a hurry is only gonna make you fuck some shit up. What’s two minutes here or there, you gotta be patient.” I tried to tell him that patientence was an attribute I would never attain, but he did not accept that answer. “Listen man, I wasted my life, wasted 30 years, I’m trying to help you. Don’t end up like me. You’re a smart kid, you got brains and balls. But you shouldn’t be playing this game, it will fuck you up. You should be investing in players. I wasted my life, man.” I tried to reassure Ellix that he hadn’t wasted his life, but he continued. “Man, just motherfucking listen, I’m trying to help you here. There are two things, no three things, no four motherfucking things you have to live by. The first is god above all things. And he will reward you. The second is that god gave you a choice. See you can take a horse to water, but what?” I responded that you can’t make him drink, my first correct answer of the evening, which made Ellix happy. “Right, horse could be motherfucking thirsty as hell, but he still aint drinking. God gave us a choice, he can show you the path, but you still got to take it. The third thing is don’t overindulge. I done fucked that one up good. Satan got a hold of me when I was young. I did it all, smoked, cocaine, broads, the whole deal. I couldn’t stop myself. I got million dollar lungs, that’s how much shit I smoked. Been with a million broads. Shit, my dick felt gooooooood. But that’s not the way you do it. I would give it all up, all of it, just for a six figure job and a good woman. That’s the way to go, not hustlin. I wasted my life. Fourth thing, fourth thing is what your doing right here. Listening. The man who never speaks and always listens is gonna come out on top. Listens to people around him, listens to god. What’s your favorite book in the bible?” I told him Leviticus which is where all the sick shit is, an answer which he didn’t like. “Naw man, I mean where is all the good shit at. The stuff to live by.” I tried again with Psalms, which he liked a whole lot more but said there was a better one, at which time I correctly guessed proverbs. He told me about his favorite proverbs and said that’s where he goes when he doesn’t know where to turn. We were pulling into the Rio, and Ellix directed me to a spot right at the front of the parking lot after I tried to take the first one I saw. We parted company when we got to the main floor because I was itching to play 4-8 and he had to go see a guy about a thing.

I waited for about an hour, then finally got a seat. I went on a fucking tear, literally hit every hand I held. In an unprecedented turn, I had Q-10 of hearts in the hole and the flop came out K-ace of hearts. I bet it the whole way, and on the river hit my jack of hearts. Royal fucking flush. I hadn’t even seen one at a table I was playing at ever, let alone gotten one myself. Shits a great feeling. Another hand I had jack nine off suit in the blind, and a guy bet into me. Flop came Queen, 8, 8 and I check raised him on a bluff, then hit the ten for a straight on the turn. Ellix was behind me, and when he saw me flip at the end, he started cracking up. “A motherfucking gut shot, that’s rich.” Then he leaned into the guy I had just taken for like 30 bucks in the hand, got up in his face and said “Kid took you on a motherfucking gutshot.” Shit was way out of line, but I loved every second of it.

Ellix found an old friend who gave him money to play, but it didn’t go well. I ended up cashing out up 340, and Ellix was down 500. It took me a while to cash out, and Ellix told me to meet him by the high limit games when I was done. When I got there, he was sitting behind a guy playing 100/200 and I tried to give him 4 dollars of his he had made me cash in while I was at the cage. He looked at me like I was an idiot, brandished the rum and coke that was in his hand and said “Do I have to hit you in the face with this coke? Put your damn money away.” I answered no, because I was pretty sure I was going to get hit with a coke otherwise.

We walked out of the poker room and Ellix pounded the rest of his drink. When we got outside the main doors, Ellix paused to blow a dominant snot rocket. Problem was, he didn’t clear everything so he went to wipe the remains on the railing, but that wasn’t working. He the went over to the trash can and started rummaging through it while quietly mumbling “Napkin, Napkin, where the fuck is a motherfucking napkin.” He found what he was looking for in a discarded McDonalds bag and we were on our way. I told him I would be out of town in Tahoe for a few days, but he seemed confident he could get into an event on Sunday so I told him to make sure and call if anything was going down. I dropped him at the Little Hotel and promised to holler at him on Tuesday.

The Ongoing Ellix Powers saga part 14

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