My first post..
Hi dudes,
Okey I will start to say my english Is not so well (but fuck It you will understand)
I am Marc 32 years old, and I have work as a chef In all my life.
Okey Here Is my first blackjack story:
I was probaly 7-9 years old when i lived with my parents in a exlusive residential suburb in Stockholm. My father likes to have partys and dinners in our resident, In that time my father hade quite much money. So one night my dad decide to take a Limo to the most famous night club in Sweden that time, the name Is “Cafèt” Cafe Opera. And dad told Us to follow him to the night club. So me and my brother had to change clothing to costume for 8 year olds.
My brother,father and I jumped in the Limo wich was fantastic when I was like 7 years old (free coca-cola and cheese doodels) When we arrived to the nightclub we sad hellow to the famous bouncer called Paolo Roberto and he show me and my brother som good tricks for example break bones when you shaking hands whit your enemy`s.
Now we are inside the huge nightclub and Our father told Us to sit into the Blackjack tables and play so my father could “talk to his friends”
My brother and I really loved to sit at the Blackjack table and play with real money.
The Dealer was a frindley lady with name Sussi (as all dealer name Is) lol, She teach us playing blackjack. I really loved this game was my first thought. After a while when I lost my money I wanted to have more of my father, a friendly waiter took me to my father`s tabel in the club It was a lot of girls around him but I didn`t care or thought about It that time I just want more money to play more Blackjack. He gived me more money or he give the waitor more money and he gived It to the dealer.
I sit next to J-O Walldner (famous ping-pong player) and took card on 19 when the bank had a 6, but after a while or couple of times I start learning the game.
After a while my father come to the table and pick us up. It was time for us to go home, When we start walking towards the exit we meet my gymnastic teacher from school and she asked what the fuck her students to in a nightclub 2pm? I can`t remember what my father said to her.
We took the same limo we arrived in back home.
And guess If my mother was happy when we get back home??!!
Ok. See you soon my friends. // Marc