The ongoing saga of Ellix Powers part two

So the next day, I sit down with a hundred dollars to play 4-8 again, and it isn’t going well. I’m down like 80 when I see Ellix walk by and I say yell his name. He comes over and I say “hey, I busted that guy out yesterday after you left”. He responds “Hey man, I remember you, you got him man, that guy was dead money, come round talking bout me, hey man can I get a ride?” Without giving it a second thought, I said “No worries, let me know when you’re looking to go” He came over and grabbed my number, I got his, and I kept playing. No more than seven minutes later, my cell phone was ringing and when I answered it ellix said, “alright man, meet me up front by the cage, lets go”.

I cashed out and met him by the cage, and as we walked back to the car, he didn’t stop talking the entire time. I was barely keeping up, just laughing my way through his ramblings as we strolled the long hallway from the convention center. The conversation turned to my potentially throwing some money behind him and getting a percentage of his winnings, which I had asked him about the day before. He started going over with me what kind of stake he was looking for and what kind of percentage of his winnings I could expect.

He figured if I could get together about 300, he could throw in 300 and wheels would be in town the next day probably throwing in 300. I had no idea who wheels was, but Ellix was pretty sure he was flying in and that he would be looking for action. We got to my car and started driving back towards his hotel in old Vegas across from the Plaza hotel. He was telling me a story about a big tournament he was in while he was in California. We were waiting in a long line to make a left turn at a busy light, and he told the story while we waited. It was a generic story about him reraising a bunch before the flop with an 8-7 suited and the flop coming out 6,9,10 with two spades.

He was midstory, “So I got the nut straight and I bet into this motherfucker, cause I know he’s going to call, he’s probably going to raise me, but I know he’s going to call” and he pauses as we come to the front of the intersection, the car in front of me barely makes it through on a yellow left turn signal, Ellix points directly at the now red light and declares loudly “shoot it”, without skipping a beat he goes right back into the story “And just like I knew his dumbass was going to, he pushes all in on me, and I call”.

He keeps going with that and other stories to my delight, until his cell phone rings. I’m not sure his ring tone was “the hustle” by van mccoy, but it would certainly be my first guess given what it sounded like. Before he picked it up, he looked at the area code and was confused, “708, is that you Ed, where is that?” he asked as he looked to his left and saw me driving the car. He answered “This is Ellix, who’s this” I could only hear one end of the conversation but it continued, “Brian, I don’t know no Brian”. “Is this Ed?” “I gotta go”. Then he hung up. He thought about it for a second, then he said to me “708, that’s Chicago isn’t it?” “That was fucking wheels” Then he called back the number and said into the phone “Is that you wheels?” “When the fuck are you getting in” At this point, we were at his hotel, and he thanked me for the ride and told me he’d be over at the Rio around noon the next day, exiting the Buick to continue his conversation with wheels.

The ongoing saga of Ellix Powers part two

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