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So last night the same guy throws a big fuss at my poker game and I have to kick him out because it is not acceptable to throw your cards in someone's face when you lose a hand or shovel chips by the handful into the center of the table.  This wasn't the first time something like this happened with this player.  He had been thrown out in the past. 

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B had been playing poker for a couple of hours and drinking heavily for a couple hours before that.  When his hand didn't hold up, this didn't mean that the odds fell in someone else favor, it meant that the entire world was against him.  The very fact that he wasn't winning every hand was proof that no one liked him, that life wasn't fare, and that the person sitting across from him was a complete asshole.

B eventually went broke.  Although the hand that he lost on was techinically a bad beat, he got all in on the flop with two pair and his opponent hit a straight on the river, the fact that all of B's money was gone was no fluke at all.  He had been playing terrible poker the entire time he was there, calling with hands he shouldn't, and throwing his cards roughly into the muck at the end of ever hand.  By the time the two pair hand rolled around, B had less than $15.

"Hey Chet!" B yelled over the blaring jukebox.  Chet was the guy that owned the poker game before me.  A mild mannered Vietnamese writer with more of a misanthropic attitude that I myself have, and that is saying a lot. Chet didn't hear him and continued dealing cards.

"Hey Chet!" B yelled again and this time Chet turned and said, "What?"

"FUCK YOU!" 

This was shrugged off and because everyone likes B when he is sober, he was allowed to remain at the table.  But after a few minutes the "Hey you, FUCK YOU!" repeated itself with me.  At this point I was not the owner of the poker game, so I also blew it off and allowed him to stay.

A very nice girl decided that it would be nice of her if she brought cupcakes for the poker players at the table.  She came in with a tray of them and asked if anyone would like one.  There was a few takers.  Originally B said, "No." but then he had what he thought was a good idea.  He took a cupcake, unwrapped it, leaned as far as he could over the poker table and start chewing pieces off with his mouth wide open, getting frosting and cupcake all of the felt of the poker table.  

One of the bouncers was playing poker at the time and decided it was time for him to go.  He picked him up out of his chair, pushed him through the front door, all the while B was protesting and saying that he didn't do anything wrong.  B tried to force his way back in but the bouncer was far too strong and shoved him through the second door.  At this point his pants fell around his ankles and he somehow broke his finger.

Somehow he talked Chet into letting him come back to the poker game.  Since then whenever he gets drunk, he is very confrontational and I have had to calm him down several times in the last year.  I like the guy when he is not drinking, but he is terrible to be around when he is drunk.

After the fiasco last night, I have had enough.  I am not interested in dealing with other people's problems.  I am not a psychiatrist, I am a poker dealer.  One of B's friends remained in the game and defended him by saying, "Everyone has issues, he's just emotional."  Well, keep your fucking emotions away from me, because I don't want them.  Grow up and get help with your problems, because if you continue in this vain someone is liable to bury you in a hole out in the woods.