Atlantic City Dice Lies Video Tape

By Stevie G

This is a city that's on the move with over 40'000'000 a year that comes to this town to party like a rock star and have a great time. But there is a dark side also to every smile

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jun 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798350907650

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Copyright c 2021 by Stevie G

ISBN: Softcover 978-1-6678-1065

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents, either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental any people depicted in stock imagery are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Rev. date: 6/13/2022

Introduction:

This is a city where in the mid 1980’s, something new was always right around the corner but there’s a price for everything. You must be true, believe in yourself, just be you, there’s nothing more unique than you as a person or human. Respect is earn not given, it’s a two-way street. Never allow anyone to make you feel less, some people will like you, some won’t. Every day you get a new opportunity to learn something new as Atlantic City goes through its newest transformation, the casino’s, this city is one big stage. You must be careful of the part that you play, it’s very easy to fall for anything if you don’t stand for something! It’s important to know when to be your own beacon of hope because you can lose yourself very easy in Atlantic City.

Table of Contents

Before the Incident, Life was Good!

The Punch heard around the Castle!

The Fallout:My Brooklyn Instincts!!

More Lawyers get Involved, Still no fun!!

Four Bricks in New York and the Message!

Talking with NYPD, and the Godfather!

Back to AC, Face the Wife, More Lawyers!

Final Consequences!

Before the Incident, Life was Good!

This is how the story went.

IN 1985 THE CITY WAS AT ITS peak. It was all about money, preferably cash. No one was expecting this type of money to come into Atlantic City, and if they didn’t come to Atlantic City on their own, we went and picked them up from different states or countries. We called them junkets, if you had enough people to fill up an airplane, we would provide the airplane. If you have enough people to fill up a bus, we will provide the bus. All we asked was to show us that you had some money or collateral like a business, a house, a building, a baseball team, a basketball team, or a football team. Who cares where you got the money from, you just couldn’t go over $9,999.99 in cash without involving paperwork? This made my job was simple. Dice was my game, I didn’t want any other games I just had to be the best at, I didn’t need anything else, just dice. My crew, I used to roll with was the Steubenville Ohio Boys, ninety percent of them were Italian, but they made sure that the rest of the crew was very versatile. We had farmers, teachers, every kind of ethnic background and color you could think of, but it seemed like everyone was learning from the Italians. Some things became habit-forming, you could find yourself saying Italian phrases easy. John Sasini and the Rotundo brothers, it was all about fashion, and the exclamation mark was the knot in your tie.

The Florio brothers, I really admired them, Tommy and Jerry, their uncle was the governor of New Jersey Tom Florio, that didn’t hurt. They took dressing and fashion to a whole other level, from the suits to the shirts, shoes, and most of all ties. Once I became a manager on the craps table, it was time to step up my game.

I couldn’t pick a better role model to show me how to dress or talk to clients and walk the walk and talk the talk better than Tommy D, he was the man. He was the dude straight out of GQ magazine, but he was always cracking jokes, I recall asking

Tommy,

How do I make a knot that small in a tie like that?

Do you know how you normally tie your ties?

Yeah!

Well, the next time you make a knot in your tie, put your foot against the bathroom sink and pull that shit until it’s a small knot or until you turn blue in the face and pass the fuck out. I called him a smart ass because he was a jokester on the casino floor.

But the only true way to achieve that look is to go to Eleganza Menswear.

"They’re on Atlantic Avenue across from the old Pep

Boys in Atlantic City, right?"

No, that’s where they used to be, now they’re in the casino, but they’re moving to the Ocean Club soon. Ask for Larry, Gino or the old man, tell him Tommy D sent you to buy a tie, so you can start your tie collection. So, I did. My father used to always say, I want you to learn how to tie a tie just like Kojak or Ronald Reagan. I just couldn’t tell my wife how much I paid for the ties, or suits, he even had a lay-away plan just for me and at that time, I became one of the biggest Giorgio Armani and Versace fans in the city. Gino would sell me the winter suits in the spring, the spring suits, he would sell them to me in the fall with a small Vig on them.

The main thing that the casino crew strove for was to keep our clients here at our joint. We made the clients feel that when they came down to our joint in Atlantic City, they know they’re going to have a great time and be treated like a king.

All my clients were different, some were lawyers, some were doctors, some have businesses, some own franchises, baseball teams, football teams, we didn’t discriminate. We would fly you in from wherever you wanted to come from and fly your ass back home. You knew when you left our casino you were completely satisfied, and you enjoyed yourself fully. That’s how we built our reputation.

A lot of it started with the Steve Wynn organization, he set new standards and expectations. I had a little brown book with all my high rollers’ personal information including phone numbers.

I could tell you what my players drink, how many drinks it takes to get them drunk, the names of the restaurants they like, clubs they enjoy, who was the wife and who was the side piece without the embarrassment, what their average bets and buy-ins were. My main objective was to keep my clients at the crap table for as long as possible. We could talk about anything you want it didn’t matter. Some of my clients would ask the casino managers when I was working, or I was requested by a player to handle their table.

Most of the time they had to convince us they were broke and hungry to feed them. We had real loan sharks on the casino floor daily who would not hesitate to give a player a loan with 45 to 65 percent interest rates.

Atlantic City had more little gangsters than big mobsters, most of the big mob bosses out of New York, New Jersey and Philadelphia were on a ban list from the casinos. If they did come in, they kept it moving, most of my clients came to play, not to stay.

They could pull out a lump of cash, $40,000 to $140,000 or more, at any given moment. You could hear someone callout, $26,000 across buy the 4 and 10. and 7 out the next roll, we had real gamblers with real gangster money.

I had one high roller who was real racist. I dealt with

him because he didn’t hide it, we used to call