It all started with everyone in 2003 watching from the television, when moneymaker won a long shot against a set of pros. Thats when me and brother Micheal picked up the game in so many different ways. As I taped every event on TV, my brother in the shadows watched the movie "Shade". While I was studying the game to be a better player, my brother on the other learned the dark side of the deck.
My brother just to let you has been cheating his whole life. One time I remember when we were in elementary school, it was track & field day and my brother Micheal brought cleats so he can run faster than the kids. It worked I'll give him that. He cheated through high school and it seemed like he got whatever he wanted girls, money, whatever. I would like to dive head first into telling about the story of Micheal Sebastian, The legacy, The downfall of a Great Mechanic and Poker Player of our time.
It all started with him watching the movie "Shade" and "Rounders" Me and Michael were Rounders we didn't make millions, but I was the making moves, and sometimes he was one setting the deck up....and he was sick at it....bottoms, seconds, he even knew how to read a player to set it up where they didn't see it coming. I told my brother if you get into a big game you better be strapped cuz even catches you, your dead! He laughed like always....But eventually my brother became a con-artist, for example- My bro pulled off the craziest shit, you would only see in movies.
So I'm going to pick up my brother from Hotel....and i find he lied and said he was a manager and I walked and he told the bartender to pour another round of shots....I go back to my brothers Hotel room and its completely trashed he's been there for 3 days....The reason my brother had to do this was because he had survive....
Another thing he would always be getting free movies, free whatever, because he knew how to manipulate people like everyone was just a fucking card in the deck.
Let me talk about the ride, the infintiti g35 he basically heisted with bad check in my name. we headed to Vegas in the hottest car any 2 young kids could imagine to ride in. But as we were heading to Vegas, I got a little scared because he writing hot checks all over the place. So I go back to Kansas City and I get phone call from the dealership asking where there 10 grand is at. I tell him i dont know my bro has the car. The repo guy tells me the FBI is at the dealership and i got 4 years in prison 200,000 dollar bond on my head, my bro's got 2 years 100,000 bond on his head if i dont get the car back to the dealership in like 2-3 days or the money. Well im still this article so neither brother or go to jail....he got the car back at the motherfucking second....after I tried downing a bunch of pills because would have rather been dead than in prison some crap I didn't want to get involved with.
Lets get back to cards....that was just a little of what my brother caused me and put his life in jeopardy...
I think article should be rephrased call it 2 players in the game of life and how cards made them who they are.
Honestly I don't know what say after that traumatizing expierence
2 be continued
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