My father has been dead many years now, but one of his expressions has recently come back to haunt me. He used to say, “When they raid the whorehouse, they take all the girls; even the one just playin’ the piano.” As I ponder my current situation with Neteller, I realize that my technical “piano playing” did little to protect me. I, or rather my money, still ended upin the back of the wagon with the working girls.
As long as I’ve been playing online poker, I’ve never taken one dime out of the US to play. Because many of the people I write for are located outside the US, it was easy enough to divert some of my incometo online sites throughNeteller, without it touchingUS shores.Having read many of the House bills over the years (which I never expected to pass), I did this on purpose; just in case. I dotted my i’s and crossed my t’s; I paid taxes on every cent I made whether it came to the USor not – even whenit had no traceableincome tax records (W2s, 1099s). So big whoop. Give me a f’inggold star.
I visit my Neteller account balance (all income from legit writing gigs)every day.Yes, my money is in prison, but I still feel the need to exercise myvisitation rights. I’ve been taking the over on four weeks beforeI can spring it – and I’ve taken even moneythat I may never get it. I thought I was being pessimistic, butnow that I’ve read Iggy, I may have to adjust the line.[image above: computer generated artwork by Bill Strain]
So, like Austin Powers, I’ve had to go back in time; back to my roots. I’m hoping a little Omaha hi/lo play at PokerStars will help the pieces of the puzzle fit together once again.
In the mean time, I’m keeping an eye on Harrah’s.Some pretty strange news broke last week that has me wondering what is up with their buy-out.
And if you live in Vegas, check out Linda’s blog for a very important event at the Mirage. Our community is small, but we try to take care of our own.