Juan.Camaney
06-19-2005, 04:38 AM
My day went GREAT! Woke up after a night of light drinking and hangin out. I went to work with my dad the day before father's day to help him with a little concrete placing. There was a graduation party that I went to. I showed up, had a few drinks, mariachi was playing and people wanted me to sing (I have a decent voice) but I declined (sound like a horse right now) and danced a little bit...AWESOMENESS.
We decided to go play some Hold'em at my sister's house. I drove my brother's girlfriend's cousin there, and on our way there we get semi lost, picked up some beer, end up at the right place and earlier than everyone.
THEN it happens. After a few hands, my brother's friend from high school...a guy we here at the family have grown to love as our own brother (I've refered to him as such on posts here) decides to get bitchy.
On one hand, I had folded but found out that even with the pair of aces, I could have won the hand. Being a little buzzed, I start examining the game (game had been over, but I was just double checking to see who would bluff etc. on decent hands) and he steps in and yells "Shut up, its not like you were in on this game, get out!"
I was like, "Dude, relax, I'm just checking cards, we aren't doing this to make a living, just passing the time."
He continued with the"Well you didn't go in, so just get out!"
I grabbed the remaining chips I had (about 40 bucks worth) pushed them towards his pile (about 10 bucks worth) and just said, "Here, play the rest of these if it means that much, I'm not doing this to get rich, I make this money in less than an hour and you make it in half a day...if it makes you feel better, I give it to you so soon you can be a millionaire."
Ofcourse he took offense and pushed them back, knocking some on the floor. I picked most up, and my brother's gf helped me with the rest. WTF does she need to be doing that for!? ANY FEMALE DOES NOT NEED TO BE ON HER KNEES UNLESS ITS SEX RELATED...She is a sweetheart though, and I thanked her for it.
The next game, I forget to ante and he skips me. We ALL forget to ante every now and then, yet we know, whoever is playing, we just deal them in and remind them to ante later....not this little bitch, he skips me. I stop him, ante, and shift the cards back so I have the card that corresponds to me and everyone else has the cards they were to be dealt. He screamed bloody fucking murder about how I couldn't do that cuz it was his turn to be dealer. My brother stepped in and told him he was stupid since we all forget every now and then. He replied with the "well this is how they do it in Vegas..." bullshit. We all rolled our eyes.
I snapped. I told him we were all putting in like 20 bucks and 20 bucks wasn't SHIT! I yanked my wallet out and took out some 20's and asked him how many he needed, he plays like he is out to steal our money all the time, so I've tossed moeny at his feet a lot trying to make him understand that money isn't everything and that 20 bucks isn't that much money compared to the friendship he will lose with his idiocy.
He was pissed and thinking I was being condecending (whic dmitedly I was) since I make about 3 times what he does and he is bitter about it. So I simply told him "FUCK YOU, if you can't be a man about shit." He stood up....
I'm 6' 00" 250 lbs and pretty fucking muscley, there's pics, search for them. He is 5'5" 160 lbs and has Napoleon complex to the fucking 100th power. As soon as he got up, so did I and pushed his ass from the living room to the kitchen (8 feet) with one arm and if it wasn't for my brother standing up and catching him, he would have hit the floor.
My brother's gf stood up, put an arm up across my chest and said "Alex, you are in your sisters house, don't disrespect."
I grabbed my chips, pushed them at my brother's pile and said, "here dude, play these, if you win, boy me a 40 oz tomorrow and we'll call it even. If you lose, I'll buy you a 40 oz and call you a dumb shit."
I went for the stairs and headed towards my truck to go home. I wanted to avoid getting heated and wanted to keep a cool head and just end the night there.
Little sumbitch followed me screaming, "Just cuz you're bigger than me you think I am scared of you?!"
I turned around, and just stopped at the bottom of the stairs on their portch, turned around and said "What you got?!" about ready to put this little fugger on his ass and not stop until he was unconscience.
My brother steped in between, tried to push me (he is a little smalled than I am) and failed miserably. He pushed the other dude's little ass a few feet back. I looked at both of them and said, "I'm on my way out, I don't need to beat the shit out of some little midget to prove who I am. 20 bucks is worth more than disrespecting my sister's home, beating on a friend, and getting inbetween the friendship my brother brought into my family"
I was free to go towards the stairs and out towards my truck without anything blocking me, and I drove away calmly without the screetching tires or attitude.
My sister called me on my drive over, I picked up and appologized. Told her I was fine and told her I'd call her when I got home...they were pretty worried that I was over excited and would speed or do something stupid as I've done in the past, but after some years, I've matured and know shit like this isn't worth it. I called her when I got home and she thanked me...then she put my brother in law on and he asked me what had happened.
In a few words, I let him know...
"I'm too old to be fighting over 20 bucks and won't fight a minimum wager who's ass i can kick one-armed over it. If he thinks he can be an asshole all his life, that's fine, but I'm not taking shit from him."
I walked on in and my dad was in the kitchen grabbing a midnight snack and waiting up for us. I told him what happened and he shook his head over the whole thing and said, "I told you guys that little dude doesn't deserve to come around here any more (passed experiences). Go to bed and try not to linger about it so much."
I pretty much told him, "Dad, I'm done defending him, he isn't worth my words, or my patience."
Up until today, I was about the only one who would defend his little attitude, or his moronic actions.
This whole thing helped me realize how much I had changed. Any other day, the little guy would be holding a steak to his eye if he could even regain conscienceness. I'm too old for this shit. Some little fucker doesn't deserve me to be getting this excited...I'm fucking JUAN CAMANEY, I make little bitches like that my fucking slaves.
More to come as shit unravles...<<< f you if I mispelled that.
We decided to go play some Hold'em at my sister's house. I drove my brother's girlfriend's cousin there, and on our way there we get semi lost, picked up some beer, end up at the right place and earlier than everyone.
THEN it happens. After a few hands, my brother's friend from high school...a guy we here at the family have grown to love as our own brother (I've refered to him as such on posts here) decides to get bitchy.
On one hand, I had folded but found out that even with the pair of aces, I could have won the hand. Being a little buzzed, I start examining the game (game had been over, but I was just double checking to see who would bluff etc. on decent hands) and he steps in and yells "Shut up, its not like you were in on this game, get out!"
I was like, "Dude, relax, I'm just checking cards, we aren't doing this to make a living, just passing the time."
He continued with the"Well you didn't go in, so just get out!"
I grabbed the remaining chips I had (about 40 bucks worth) pushed them towards his pile (about 10 bucks worth) and just said, "Here, play the rest of these if it means that much, I'm not doing this to get rich, I make this money in less than an hour and you make it in half a day...if it makes you feel better, I give it to you so soon you can be a millionaire."
Ofcourse he took offense and pushed them back, knocking some on the floor. I picked most up, and my brother's gf helped me with the rest. WTF does she need to be doing that for!? ANY FEMALE DOES NOT NEED TO BE ON HER KNEES UNLESS ITS SEX RELATED...She is a sweetheart though, and I thanked her for it.
The next game, I forget to ante and he skips me. We ALL forget to ante every now and then, yet we know, whoever is playing, we just deal them in and remind them to ante later....not this little bitch, he skips me. I stop him, ante, and shift the cards back so I have the card that corresponds to me and everyone else has the cards they were to be dealt. He screamed bloody fucking murder about how I couldn't do that cuz it was his turn to be dealer. My brother stepped in and told him he was stupid since we all forget every now and then. He replied with the "well this is how they do it in Vegas..." bullshit. We all rolled our eyes.
I snapped. I told him we were all putting in like 20 bucks and 20 bucks wasn't SHIT! I yanked my wallet out and took out some 20's and asked him how many he needed, he plays like he is out to steal our money all the time, so I've tossed moeny at his feet a lot trying to make him understand that money isn't everything and that 20 bucks isn't that much money compared to the friendship he will lose with his idiocy.
He was pissed and thinking I was being condecending (whic dmitedly I was) since I make about 3 times what he does and he is bitter about it. So I simply told him "FUCK YOU, if you can't be a man about shit." He stood up....
I'm 6' 00" 250 lbs and pretty fucking muscley, there's pics, search for them. He is 5'5" 160 lbs and has Napoleon complex to the fucking 100th power. As soon as he got up, so did I and pushed his ass from the living room to the kitchen (8 feet) with one arm and if it wasn't for my brother standing up and catching him, he would have hit the floor.
My brother's gf stood up, put an arm up across my chest and said "Alex, you are in your sisters house, don't disrespect."
I grabbed my chips, pushed them at my brother's pile and said, "here dude, play these, if you win, boy me a 40 oz tomorrow and we'll call it even. If you lose, I'll buy you a 40 oz and call you a dumb shit."
I went for the stairs and headed towards my truck to go home. I wanted to avoid getting heated and wanted to keep a cool head and just end the night there.
Little sumbitch followed me screaming, "Just cuz you're bigger than me you think I am scared of you?!"
I turned around, and just stopped at the bottom of the stairs on their portch, turned around and said "What you got?!" about ready to put this little fugger on his ass and not stop until he was unconscience.
My brother steped in between, tried to push me (he is a little smalled than I am) and failed miserably. He pushed the other dude's little ass a few feet back. I looked at both of them and said, "I'm on my way out, I don't need to beat the shit out of some little midget to prove who I am. 20 bucks is worth more than disrespecting my sister's home, beating on a friend, and getting inbetween the friendship my brother brought into my family"
I was free to go towards the stairs and out towards my truck without anything blocking me, and I drove away calmly without the screetching tires or attitude.
My sister called me on my drive over, I picked up and appologized. Told her I was fine and told her I'd call her when I got home...they were pretty worried that I was over excited and would speed or do something stupid as I've done in the past, but after some years, I've matured and know shit like this isn't worth it. I called her when I got home and she thanked me...then she put my brother in law on and he asked me what had happened.
In a few words, I let him know...
"I'm too old to be fighting over 20 bucks and won't fight a minimum wager who's ass i can kick one-armed over it. If he thinks he can be an asshole all his life, that's fine, but I'm not taking shit from him."
I walked on in and my dad was in the kitchen grabbing a midnight snack and waiting up for us. I told him what happened and he shook his head over the whole thing and said, "I told you guys that little dude doesn't deserve to come around here any more (passed experiences). Go to bed and try not to linger about it so much."
I pretty much told him, "Dad, I'm done defending him, he isn't worth my words, or my patience."
Up until today, I was about the only one who would defend his little attitude, or his moronic actions.
This whole thing helped me realize how much I had changed. Any other day, the little guy would be holding a steak to his eye if he could even regain conscienceness. I'm too old for this shit. Some little fucker doesn't deserve me to be getting this excited...I'm fucking JUAN CAMANEY, I make little bitches like that my fucking slaves.
More to come as shit unravles...<<< f you if I mispelled that.