Post by "Knuckles" on Mar 11, 2015 23:33:08 GMT -5
Ahh, here it was. A damn book report he had been assigned to do. He had gotten to choose a book and decided to steal one of his god-father's books. To be honest he had only ended up reading a couple chapters, he had so much more important things on his plate then a damn book report for school.
He sat down at the computer in the pillar office and began to type away slowly with each index finger of his. Ten minutes passed before Knuckles began to grow impatient. This shit was just too time consuming for the young outlaw. An aggravated sigh escaped his lips before the 2nd time freshman opened up the internet browser.
"Fuck this shit.. Time to find something online.."
Eventually he would find a book report on Players, the book he had chosen. After copying it, he would begin to edit little bits here and there. It would take him about a half hour total before he would begin to print it out, a smirk on his face. A rebel without a cause. After it printed, he would read it over just to make sure it was legit enough.
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General Questions
Part A
1. What is the title of your book?
Players: Con Men, Hustlers, Gamblers and Scam Artists.
2. What is the author’s name?
Edited by Stephen Hyde and Geno Zanetti.
3. Which company published the book? (Give the publishing company’s name, not the printer’s name.)
Thunder’s Mouth Press.
4. When was the book published? (Give the latest date of publication.)
2002.
5. In what city was it published? (If your book lists several cities, simply give the name of the first city listed.)
New York City, New York.
The book Players is a very, very good book. It is a compellation of 36 short stories and excerpts from books about gambling, con men, scam artists, hustlers and various other people.
The first story is called The Lottery of Babylon by Jorge Luis Borges. This story was about an old lottery in Babylon. The lottery started out small with just paying out money but in time it got bigger and bigger and bigger. In the end of it the prizes changed from just money to a cult of people who played it, it went from just one winner to many winners, and many losers. Some people whose numbers are pulled won a great amount of treasure, or land or other great prizes. Some would get mediocre prizes like a small amount of money, some would get nothing. The people whose numbers were pulled and deemed losers could get killed, tortured or other horrible things.
One story that is quite longer then most of the other stories is Rudyard Kipling’s The Man Who Would Be King. This is a story narrated by a newspaper editor whose friends come in and tell him of their plan to become kings of Kafiristan, which is part of Afghanistan, and then to become kings of all of Afghanistan in the name of Briton. They go to Kafiristan and carry out their plan by acting like gods using guns against the primitive Afghanis and got people to follow them and to crown them kings. At the end their plan falls apart when he tries to marry a girl who bites him at the alter. The people see blood and realize he is not a god. Then they chase all of them out of Kafiristan.
Another story is called the Merry Antics of Izzy and Moe by Herbert Asbury. This story is about prohibition in the USA in the 1920’s. At the beginning it talks about Izzy Einstein, who quits his job and becomes a prohibition officer and does a good job, busting many people until he misses his old friend Moe Smith and persuades him to be his partner in the force. As partners they do a great job, at the end of prohibition they confiscated 15,000,000 dollars worth of beer, thousands of gallons of kegs and made 4,392 arrests much more then any other two prohibition agents ever.
Another story is Rufus Jarman’s The Spanish Prisoner, the beautiful Senorita and You. This was about an old scam to get people to come from the USA into Mexico and give a lot of money to a person in jail in return for that person’s daughter’s hand in marriage and a trunk in a customs office with thousands of dollars worth of dollars in treasure. In reality, the person in jail was not really in jail, he did not have a daughter or the person would never see a daughter even if the person had one, their was never a trunk in any customs office. The scammers would also hire people to follow the scamee around so the person would get freaked out and get out of Mexico after giving the money to the person. Post office inspectors said that they would see 10,000 to 15,000 thousand of these letters every couple weeks.
One story is an excerpt from Son of a Grifter by Kent Walker. This is about a mother – son combo of con men. The story is told by the other son of the mother. It is mostly about one big con that the mother and son did. They went to New York and found out about a huge estate worth millions of dollars owned by an 82 year old lady. They go to live their and raise suspicion about themselves by asking around for personal information about the old lady including her social security number. They never get that information but they work the con anyways. What they do is write fake deeds, make up a fake social security number fake her signature and show it to a notary saying that the old lady can not be here because she is in her bed sick. They get a notary to notarize it and then they go on with their plan. The next part of their plan is to kill the old lady. They do this and get her out of their so cleanly that there is no evidence left behind. But, in the end the police find out about them and catch them.
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Austin would chuckle after he read it, before tucking it away. He so did not feel bad at all about it. He had done so much worse. And at least he attempted to turn something in for his assignment, instead of simply not doing it at all. He had to get brownie points for that!
It wasn't as if he didn't like the material in the book, he just didn't feel like he could waste time doing something he deemed so useless. What little free time Austin had, he was damn sure to always try to make better use of it then something like this. But alas, if he ever actually wanted to graduate high-school, he was going to have to put in a little effort once in a while. This was a little effort, at least he believed so.
Pushing himself up and away from the computer he would lounge around in his office for a little while, studying the book report just in case the teacher decided to be a bag of dicks and quiz him on it. It was unlikely the majority of the information wouldn't stick in his head, but maybe he would get lucky, if it even happened.
Eventually the bell would ring and Knuckles would make his way toward the classroom, strolling along at his own sweet pace. Eventually he hit his english classroom and took his seat. Before long class was in session and Knuckles was asked to present his book report and give a short summary to the class. A snort escaped Austin's nose as he turned to face the class, a smirk on his face. He guessed he needed to spew a little bullshit after all.
"Well, ahh.. The damn book was called Players, it was about a bunch of dudes throughout history that screwed with people in various ways.. Con-artists, douche bag scammers.. Ya know, shit like that.."
And with those graceful words, the young outlaw would whistle his way back toward his seat in the back of the room, chuckling to himself as he did. He was a genius! Knuckles felt extremely confident that this shitty ass copy-pasta would land him an A+, no doubt.
Or maybe not. Because at the end of class, his teacher would end up calling him over to speak to him. He already had a feeling it was about the report. As the students in his class filed out, he made his way to speak with the teacher, slicking back his hair like always.
"Mr. Huntsman, I'm sorry to inform you, but your report is not going to cut it.. It's too short and I also find it hard to believe that you actually wrote it yourself.. Be honest now Mr. Huntsman, plagiarism is a serious offense."
"Oh I'll be honest with you Mr- Whatever the fuck your name is.. That is my damn report and it is perfect. If you try to say otherwise, I'm going to meet you at that shitty red station wagon of yours after school and smash your head in with a brick. How's that about being honest?"
And with that, Austin would turn and stroll out of the room. Maybe that book taught him a little something after all. If he wasn't going to get an A+ before, he damn well would get one now! It looked like his teacher left a stain in his undies and Knuckles wasn't standing around to get a wiff. He couldn't wait to see what grade he would get tomorrow!
He had one last stop to make though, to ensure his teacher would know that he wasn't joking. Even if he really was.. He wouldn't really bash his head in with a brick. Knuckles wasn't that fucked up. At least not right now. The young outlaw walked through the halls and on until he eventually reached the parking lot.
Knuckles would then make his way toward the faculty parking area, those hazel hues pin-pointing his teacher's red shit-box of a station wagon. He would smirk as he walked up to the car. Pulling out a black sharpie, he would write a message on the driver's window. Snickering as he did so, he would stand back after and read it.
I can't wait to see my grade! I'll see you in the AM, grey bush.
With another laugh, Austin would pull a cigarette out and begin to walk away, lighting it up as he sucked in the tobacco. No one could tell Austin he didn't have any balls. Sometimes a little intimidation went a long way. You didn't actually have to be violent to get things done. Sometimes the fear alone helped your cause. Maybe Knuckles had learned something important from the book after all!
Tossing the marker away and brushing his hands together, the school captain would smirk as he moved toward the other end of the parking lot. One successful book report later, Austin was ready to get the hell out of dodge and skip the rest of the school day. He was sure there was something his club needed him for.
Any excuse was good enough for Austin to cut class. Hopping on his motorcycle, the young outlaw roarednthe engine and then took off quickly, flying out of the parkinglot before zipping down the street. His destination would ultimately be 'The Wayfarer' where, more than likely, Knuckles would immediately joke about what he had just done with the rest of his guys.
"Hey guys, I just totally pulled a fast one on my teacher, bahah.. And then when he tried to call me on my bullshit, I threatened to smash his facr in with a brick.. Haaaahaha.. I think he really believed me!"
Chuckles, hollars, yalps and belly laughs erupted from the drunken fools all around him. And then within minutes Knuckles completely forgot about it all, pulled into other business. There was no time to dwell on Book Reports and shit..
He sat down at the computer in the pillar office and began to type away slowly with each index finger of his. Ten minutes passed before Knuckles began to grow impatient. This shit was just too time consuming for the young outlaw. An aggravated sigh escaped his lips before the 2nd time freshman opened up the internet browser.
"Fuck this shit.. Time to find something online.."
Eventually he would find a book report on Players, the book he had chosen. After copying it, he would begin to edit little bits here and there. It would take him about a half hour total before he would begin to print it out, a smirk on his face. A rebel without a cause. After it printed, he would read it over just to make sure it was legit enough.
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General Questions
Part A
1. What is the title of your book?
Players: Con Men, Hustlers, Gamblers and Scam Artists.
2. What is the author’s name?
Edited by Stephen Hyde and Geno Zanetti.
3. Which company published the book? (Give the publishing company’s name, not the printer’s name.)
Thunder’s Mouth Press.
4. When was the book published? (Give the latest date of publication.)
2002.
5. In what city was it published? (If your book lists several cities, simply give the name of the first city listed.)
New York City, New York.
The book Players is a very, very good book. It is a compellation of 36 short stories and excerpts from books about gambling, con men, scam artists, hustlers and various other people.
The first story is called The Lottery of Babylon by Jorge Luis Borges. This story was about an old lottery in Babylon. The lottery started out small with just paying out money but in time it got bigger and bigger and bigger. In the end of it the prizes changed from just money to a cult of people who played it, it went from just one winner to many winners, and many losers. Some people whose numbers are pulled won a great amount of treasure, or land or other great prizes. Some would get mediocre prizes like a small amount of money, some would get nothing. The people whose numbers were pulled and deemed losers could get killed, tortured or other horrible things.
One story that is quite longer then most of the other stories is Rudyard Kipling’s The Man Who Would Be King. This is a story narrated by a newspaper editor whose friends come in and tell him of their plan to become kings of Kafiristan, which is part of Afghanistan, and then to become kings of all of Afghanistan in the name of Briton. They go to Kafiristan and carry out their plan by acting like gods using guns against the primitive Afghanis and got people to follow them and to crown them kings. At the end their plan falls apart when he tries to marry a girl who bites him at the alter. The people see blood and realize he is not a god. Then they chase all of them out of Kafiristan.
Another story is called the Merry Antics of Izzy and Moe by Herbert Asbury. This story is about prohibition in the USA in the 1920’s. At the beginning it talks about Izzy Einstein, who quits his job and becomes a prohibition officer and does a good job, busting many people until he misses his old friend Moe Smith and persuades him to be his partner in the force. As partners they do a great job, at the end of prohibition they confiscated 15,000,000 dollars worth of beer, thousands of gallons of kegs and made 4,392 arrests much more then any other two prohibition agents ever.
Another story is Rufus Jarman’s The Spanish Prisoner, the beautiful Senorita and You. This was about an old scam to get people to come from the USA into Mexico and give a lot of money to a person in jail in return for that person’s daughter’s hand in marriage and a trunk in a customs office with thousands of dollars worth of dollars in treasure. In reality, the person in jail was not really in jail, he did not have a daughter or the person would never see a daughter even if the person had one, their was never a trunk in any customs office. The scammers would also hire people to follow the scamee around so the person would get freaked out and get out of Mexico after giving the money to the person. Post office inspectors said that they would see 10,000 to 15,000 thousand of these letters every couple weeks.
One story is an excerpt from Son of a Grifter by Kent Walker. This is about a mother – son combo of con men. The story is told by the other son of the mother. It is mostly about one big con that the mother and son did. They went to New York and found out about a huge estate worth millions of dollars owned by an 82 year old lady. They go to live their and raise suspicion about themselves by asking around for personal information about the old lady including her social security number. They never get that information but they work the con anyways. What they do is write fake deeds, make up a fake social security number fake her signature and show it to a notary saying that the old lady can not be here because she is in her bed sick. They get a notary to notarize it and then they go on with their plan. The next part of their plan is to kill the old lady. They do this and get her out of their so cleanly that there is no evidence left behind. But, in the end the police find out about them and catch them.
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Austin would chuckle after he read it, before tucking it away. He so did not feel bad at all about it. He had done so much worse. And at least he attempted to turn something in for his assignment, instead of simply not doing it at all. He had to get brownie points for that!
It wasn't as if he didn't like the material in the book, he just didn't feel like he could waste time doing something he deemed so useless. What little free time Austin had, he was damn sure to always try to make better use of it then something like this. But alas, if he ever actually wanted to graduate high-school, he was going to have to put in a little effort once in a while. This was a little effort, at least he believed so.
Pushing himself up and away from the computer he would lounge around in his office for a little while, studying the book report just in case the teacher decided to be a bag of dicks and quiz him on it. It was unlikely the majority of the information wouldn't stick in his head, but maybe he would get lucky, if it even happened.
Eventually the bell would ring and Knuckles would make his way toward the classroom, strolling along at his own sweet pace. Eventually he hit his english classroom and took his seat. Before long class was in session and Knuckles was asked to present his book report and give a short summary to the class. A snort escaped Austin's nose as he turned to face the class, a smirk on his face. He guessed he needed to spew a little bullshit after all.
"Well, ahh.. The damn book was called Players, it was about a bunch of dudes throughout history that screwed with people in various ways.. Con-artists, douche bag scammers.. Ya know, shit like that.."
And with those graceful words, the young outlaw would whistle his way back toward his seat in the back of the room, chuckling to himself as he did. He was a genius! Knuckles felt extremely confident that this shitty ass copy-pasta would land him an A+, no doubt.
Or maybe not. Because at the end of class, his teacher would end up calling him over to speak to him. He already had a feeling it was about the report. As the students in his class filed out, he made his way to speak with the teacher, slicking back his hair like always.
"Mr. Huntsman, I'm sorry to inform you, but your report is not going to cut it.. It's too short and I also find it hard to believe that you actually wrote it yourself.. Be honest now Mr. Huntsman, plagiarism is a serious offense."
"Oh I'll be honest with you Mr- Whatever the fuck your name is.. That is my damn report and it is perfect. If you try to say otherwise, I'm going to meet you at that shitty red station wagon of yours after school and smash your head in with a brick. How's that about being honest?"
And with that, Austin would turn and stroll out of the room. Maybe that book taught him a little something after all. If he wasn't going to get an A+ before, he damn well would get one now! It looked like his teacher left a stain in his undies and Knuckles wasn't standing around to get a wiff. He couldn't wait to see what grade he would get tomorrow!
He had one last stop to make though, to ensure his teacher would know that he wasn't joking. Even if he really was.. He wouldn't really bash his head in with a brick. Knuckles wasn't that fucked up. At least not right now. The young outlaw walked through the halls and on until he eventually reached the parking lot.
Knuckles would then make his way toward the faculty parking area, those hazel hues pin-pointing his teacher's red shit-box of a station wagon. He would smirk as he walked up to the car. Pulling out a black sharpie, he would write a message on the driver's window. Snickering as he did so, he would stand back after and read it.
I can't wait to see my grade! I'll see you in the AM, grey bush.
With another laugh, Austin would pull a cigarette out and begin to walk away, lighting it up as he sucked in the tobacco. No one could tell Austin he didn't have any balls. Sometimes a little intimidation went a long way. You didn't actually have to be violent to get things done. Sometimes the fear alone helped your cause. Maybe Knuckles had learned something important from the book after all!
Tossing the marker away and brushing his hands together, the school captain would smirk as he moved toward the other end of the parking lot. One successful book report later, Austin was ready to get the hell out of dodge and skip the rest of the school day. He was sure there was something his club needed him for.
Any excuse was good enough for Austin to cut class. Hopping on his motorcycle, the young outlaw roarednthe engine and then took off quickly, flying out of the parkinglot before zipping down the street. His destination would ultimately be 'The Wayfarer' where, more than likely, Knuckles would immediately joke about what he had just done with the rest of his guys.
"Hey guys, I just totally pulled a fast one on my teacher, bahah.. And then when he tried to call me on my bullshit, I threatened to smash his facr in with a brick.. Haaaahaha.. I think he really believed me!"
Chuckles, hollars, yalps and belly laughs erupted from the drunken fools all around him. And then within minutes Knuckles completely forgot about it all, pulled into other business. There was no time to dwell on Book Reports and shit..
