[Neal_Schon]

Wow. Villain's play in this hand reminds of this hand I played like 20 years ago.


So, tour in 86.

There is this small band playing warmup up for us. I cant even remember their name. They werent that great, but, in '86 everything else sounded like crap when were rocking.

So, anyway, the band's bassist has his girlfriend on tour with us. She's aged 19. Nice ass, fantastic-sized shelves, and legs up to her ass. One night the bassist isnt feeling great and tells her to go out partying with us.

Many tequilas later, I'm in a cab with her. And this girl wants to get a lift with me and this nympho. There I am, back of the cab, both of them with their laughing gear round the pump-action rifle. Got back to my place, two hours sleep, yeah? Next day, I bump into the bassist, he's feeling better, and we do some coke. He says to me, ''You look [censored] faced.'' I told him he looked had a cup of soup and a whack.

Anyway, it turns out the guy turned a flush and never raised.