I thought you would recognize yourself there. You seem convinced I do not like stories.

I figured that is what you meant but as usual when you try to read my mind you are going to make mistakes.

Why the heck would anybody want to know about the past of a guy who lived his life like a nut?

Nomophobia? I had to look that one up.

I meant he should stop doing it. Karnak is dead.

Karnak was a character played by the late Johnny Carson. He was a mind reader.

Are you Hindu? Are you aware of the rich heritage of your country? Have you heard of Yoga? Are you aware of its origins?

Privacy is an illusion. Right now we are being monitored.

I don't think he meant by God...

And, bobbym, your life makes one darn good story, especially if you were a nut.

Well, that just makes the story more interesting. Tell it. What happened when you came to Nevada?

You don't expect me to believe that is the whole stpry, do you?

We left off at the documentary on card counting and Kenny Uston.

I know that that is the reason you came to Vegas. But you said that verything changed after that...

Hi

Don't you think I know that. Your first job was supposed to be in Pfizer oil, but you never went.

bobbym wrote:

You are interested! Hahhhh! We shall see.

I played basketball, chess, was a professional bowler and a professional poker player and a body builder.  I mowed lawns, worked in a meat packing plant, set stones, worked in a factory, was a supervisor for a large corporation, was a 21 dealer and a floorman, saw combat twice, was a writer for 3 computer journals, worked at a large installation that frequently makes the news here.

At 16 I went through a complete calculus text on my own in the summer. Learned 10 computer languages by myself. Had the highest IQ in my school. Everyone thought I was a genius especially when I was doing my teachers homework for them.

At 15-16 the problems started. I was now physically full grown and very very strong. Stronger than most men. Also I was vicious. Everyone who had picked on me when I was a young nerd was now in danger. I mean real danger. In addition to the self study I was playing basketball, pool, football and baseball. The more success I got, the more I believed in my own superiority.

My parents had scrimped and saved, we were very poor. Really poor, sometimes without the necessitiies. They struggled to send me to the best schools in the country. I just kept dropping out. Arguments with professors and just plain failing to show up.

So I quit listening to professors and taught myself everything. People tried to help me but I was too stubborn. I was given a job at Pfizer Oil as a starting chemist ( Chemistry was my first love ). I never went. I began to study biochemistry and medicine with the encouragement of a doctor who knew my family. Of course, I began to argue with him as well and withdrew.

At 24, I was a supervisor in the executive offices of the largest elevator company in the world. Soon I was in arguments here too and was terminated. Then I came to Vegas after seeing a documentary about card counting and Kenny Uston. That is what changed my life around...

Now, where were we?

I am still waiting for the more interesting part of the story, the one in Vegas.

bobbym wrote:

Yes, I was attracted to counting and the mathematics behind it.

A little background:

We were poor and lived in a ghetto. We were the poorest people on my block, possibly in the whole neighborhood.

When I was about your age ( maybe a little younger ) I was really a strange kid. I built random number generators, x - ray machines and a primitive attempt at a digital computer. I worked on the circumference of an ellipse and came up with my own solution. I worked my own technique for integration. I loved curve fitting the most and it became the strongest force in my mathematical development. My brain seemed to think in terms of iteration but at the time I knew nothing of that.

It wasn't all good. I nearly electrocuted myself trying to make an electrical glass cutter. When I accidentally generated chlorine while fiddling with chemistry, I was almost asphyxiated. All this while playing basketball, chess, stickball, football and fighting everyday.

Mommym used to walk 2 miles to shop for food and at the end of the trek she would buy me a book. Back when a person could afford a book. I read most of H. G. Wells, Verne and everything about ancient history and mythology I could find before I was 13.

anonimnystefy wrote:

bobbym wrote:

You are interested! Hahhhh! We shall see.

I played basketball, chess, was a professional bowler and a professional poker player and a body builder.  I mowed lawns, worked in a meat packing plant, set stones, worked in a factory, was a supervisor for a large corporation, was a 21 dealer and a floorman, saw combat twice, was a writer for 3 computer journals, worked at a large installation that frequently makes the news here.

At 16 I went through a complete calculus text on my own in the summer. Learned 10 computer languages by myself. Had the highest IQ in my school. Everyone thought I was a genius especially when I was doing my teachers homework for them.

At 15-16 the problems started. I was now physically full grown and very very strong. Stronger than most men. Also I was vicious. Everyone who had picked on me when I was a young nerd was now in danger. I mean real danger. In addition to the self study I was playing basketball, pool, football and baseball. The more success I got, the more I believed in my own superiority.

My parents had scrimped and saved, we were very poor. Really poor, sometimes without the necessitiies. They struggled to send me to the best schools in the country. I just kept dropping out. Arguments with professors and just plain failing to show up.

So I quit listening to professors and taught myself everything. People tried to help me but I was too stubborn. I was given a job at Pfizer Oil as a starting chemist ( Chemistry was my first love ). I never went. I began to study biochemistry and medicine with the encouragement of a doctor who knew my family. Of course, I began to argue with him as well and withdrew.

At 24, I was a supervisor in the executive offices of the largest elevator company in the world. Soon I was in arguments here too and was terminated. Then I came to Vegas after seeing a documentary about card counting and Kenny Uston. That is what changed my life around...

How can both of them be true?