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. [b a c k]