Story Time
Fall 2001.
we were chilling just outside the rio when i decided to sit down near the
slot machines to take a break when i found carlos ortiz's player card near the slot
machine. immediately, i tried it out. unfortunately there was no money on it.
for the next little while, i kept playing around with it, jamming it in different
slots. after awhile, my luck came when some servers noticed that i appeared to
be gambling a lot and decided to get me a drink or two. it was sweet.
i know that this is a blatant stereotype but I picture carlos ortiz as a stocky
mexican man with a sombrero. he probably pictures me as a chinese guy with
a rice hat that walks around saying flied lice.
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