2 be Continued> The Rise and Fall of a Maverick

My brother Micheal, always has a trick up his sleeve.  He told me a story one time where players at Harrah's were cheating and he figured them out.  He was holding AA in the hole and he laid it down in front of them all and they all were astonished at his play.  My brother was a true mechanic. He the mechanics of the game such as reading the players, if they are tired, or if they are drunk I'm gonna stick it to them on this hand and set the whole table up for failure.

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Micheal was a true genius.  A genius at scams local business and restaurants into giving him his money on certain items he didn't pay for.  He would go into a movie's and dig in the trash to get an old popcorn bag and pop container and get a refill on both.  Like I said he went to the dark side of the deck and barely made it back.

My brother hopped from place to place.  He landed in Georgia with one his friends and was out one night.  Micheal met this african american, I forgot his name, I'll call him Kell.  Micheal was walking with him and he told him some information that he was going to kill someone.  My brother was listening to a hit man who didn't know when to stop talking about killing people.  So the hitman told my brother he was going smoke because he knew too much.  The hit man called my mother and acted like it was interview at T-mobile and asked for her social, of course was smart and didn't give out the info.  But Micheal put are whole family in jeopardy by talking to this hit man.  I remember he told me, he had his nike flights on, the guy walked away and Micheal booked it.  I think it was God that saved him and our family.

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