You feeling luck punk?
During the holidays, i needed some extra cash. So i found a job that contains tow of my passions, chess and high octane excitment, chess tournament security. My first assisgnment was to work the Los Angeles Open. My training partner was a guy named, Alonzo Haris. He had aboout seventy years in the game. As we cruzed the mean streets together, he tricked me into smoking weed laced with angel dust , kill a drug dealer, and offered a bribe to cover it up. My gut was telling me not to trust this guy. At the open, he had a group of unrated players try to kill me in a bathroom. Luckily, i had saved one of the gangbangers cousin from being raped ealier in the day. in the end I confront him and all hell breaks loose. With my head held held high, i walk out of the tournament with enough evidence toget this guy off the streets. You know this would make a great movie. Oh crap!! This is a movie. I thought it sounded way to cool. I'll tell you what really happened in my next blog.