He had friends in the business that he would often meet there, and they would drink for several hours before each made their own way home for the night. He worked day shift in the poker room and every day after work he would go home, change clothes, and head to his favorite casino downtown, the Horseshoe. The bus stop was literally just outside his apartment building’s front door (no car). His minimum wage paycheck paid for his part of the room rent.
He lived in the downtown area and split an apartment with another dealer. His tips he left work with in his pocket converted into cash. Not married, no kids, lived a very simple lifestyle that worked for him. This poker dealer worked at the old International casino poker room for about 25 years. Story about a poker dealer in Vegas about 1985, not about me.
