so: i got into a game with tony soprano. it happened sort of by accident; i was just bringing someone in (i guess i had one of those no-name parts), and tony dressed me down for a number of protocol breaches, the worst of which being not asking the man i was escorting to check his baseball bat at the door of the card room...
the browbeating seemed to be more wry than hostile, and skip asked me to play poker with him (and a few other players) for a couple hundred dollars. i got a pair of nines dealt to me, limped in, then flopped 949. i bet out and was called (by hesh, i think). another 4 came up on the turn, and hesh went all in. me too, and doubled up. i’m not sure how much i bought in for, but i suddenly had a massive stack of chips.
the cards were really dodgy, tho. i’d get dealt little piles, each with two or three cards, some up and some down. no one seemed to care which ones i was used. it was like a really fucked-up omaha. (i guess that something like this is a dead giveaway for the seasoned lucid dreamer.)
after a few hands, tony busted out. he sent me to fetch him some cash from these two thugs in the parking lot, which i did. they kept handing me these huge rolls of cash from the trunk of a car, which i stuffed in my pockets. when i got back, i handed it all over, but tony wasn’t happy until i gave him all my money, too, which i was none too happy about. still, what could i say?
i sat down to get back into the game. now, like the cards, my chips (and there seemed even more now) were scattered all over the place. and again, no one seemed to care what i did, so i scooped tham all up into a serious mountain of chips. then the fear hit me. i know tony soprano wasn’t letting me go anywhere with all those chips. so i started to bet crazy, which is most unlike me in real life. then i got the extra fear that if i lost it all, the thugs would lean on me to take out loans. i played more hands, but the dream faded.
