RANDY STONES’ FIRST NIGHT, PLUS HEART ATTACKS.

August 21, 2011 § 6 Comments


In my first post to this blog I mentioned a friend of mine, Randy Stones.

During his very first night working in a casino, breaking in to be a 21 dealer, something happened causing him to think, “This is my kind of place.”

Randy liked action, excitement, and the adrenaline pump that comes with it.  He still does.

Randy had been on the job for a couple of hours fumbling around with cards and chips trying to get his hands to do what his mind was telling them.

At the beginning of Randy’s shift the casino manager had a player thrown out.  The player was a dealer who had in the past worked in the same casino in which Randy was just starting out.

This player was abusive and a loudmouth and became quite frustrated when he lost his money and would vent his anger aloud, throwing his cards at the dealer, swearing and bothering other patrons.

The disgruntled player returned in a few hours with a pistol.  He shot the casino manager in the stomach a couple of times.  One of the bullets somehow landed right next to Randy’s foot.  That is when Randy thought—This is my kind of place!

The casino manager, a man everybody liked, did not die from the gunshot wounds.  He returned to work but he was not the same and died a year later.

HEART ATTACKS

When I was a young break-in dealer and still in the fumbling around stage trying to get my hands to do what my mind was telling them to do, the 21 dealer at the next table to my right had a heart attack.  At the time I thought he was old.  I was 22 or 23.  He was in his 50s, had white hair, so in my mind he was ancient.

He called out the shift boss’ name, “Kenny!” and was holding the deck in his left hand, his right gripping the table trying to keep from falling backward.  I can to this day visualize it.  He collapsed and ended up on his back.

The degenerate players on my game who had seen it all didn’t miss a beat.  They watched the little emergency spectacle and kept making bets and asking for hit cards.  I dealt to them.  It was only a heart attack, after all.

The shift boss called to a dealer who was on his break and motioned for him to take over heart attack guy’s game.  Heart attack guy died a couple of minutes later.  The action never slowed.

Another time a woman was shooting craps.  She was a high roller and was betting it up pretty good.  She had all the numbers covered.  Her son was with her, but he was just watching.  The woman had a heart attack and fell to the floor.

The first thing the son said before he turned to assist his mother was to one of the crap dealers, “How much does she have on the layout?  Take all her bets down.”

First things first, of course.

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I wanted to mention that I am making headway with my endeavor to put my novel, The Cheaters, up on Amazon as both an e-reader and in book form.  After uploading The Cheaters, I have been informed that it will take four or five weeks for it to be available to the public.

I would also like to thank my longtime friend Dan Bunker, for his conferring with me and showing such interest in my blog and novel.

Ed Curley.

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§ 6 Responses to RANDY STONES’ FIRST NIGHT, PLUS HEART ATTACKS.

  • Dan says:

    Your craps story reminds me of one I heard when I first hit Vegas back in 1961. In craps, a gambler makes a bet on the pass line or on a number or wherever and the casino, of course, has the money behind it to cover (or, in gambler’s slang, “fade”) any bet. Well, late one night at Caesars Palace (Where the hell is the possessive apostrophe?), an elderly gentleman was into a craps game for a ton of money. There was a full table. The betting was hot and heavy. The old fellow leaned over the table to hand a dealer a pile of chips to place on a number. As he did so, his false teeth fell onto the layout. A quick-thinking pit boss who was watching the game, to save the old guy any embarrassment, took out his own false teeth, slammed them down on the layout, and shouted, “You’re faded!”

  • Jane says:

    You went down a road in life, and it was exciting, it had it’s rewards, and fallbacks. But it is so refreshing to hear you say thank-you to one of your long term, and caring friends. Can’t wait to buy your book.

  • Matt says:

    Another fascinating and darkly humorous tale from that other planet Las Vegas. Great stuff Ed!
    Matt

  • You nailed one thing that hasn’t changed much over all those years; even back then money was valued more than human life. Fascinating and sad commentary on our society.

  • Judie says:

    Awesome stuff Ed! Your Irish is showing big time! I’m lucky. I’ve heard many of these stories straight from the horses mouth. I loved reading your manuscript. I stayed awake all night reading it. I couldn’t put it down! I can’t wait to own an autographed copy.
    Judie

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