China Paul: King of the Lonely Ironbutts
by Bob Pajich | Published: Jul 11, 2012
The guy with bad breath and a face like a mush ball shouts through me to his buddy at the next table, a large but shrinking bonafide lummox with hanging ears and large gold rings, “Did you hear about China Paul?” The ancient Italian turns with his mouth open but before he could answer the guy shouts “it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.” He looks right at me and laughs. “It couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy” and he shows me a big smile of rotten, smelly teeth. Someone followed “China” Paul Leung home after a night at the Meadows Poker Room – the other casino in western Pennsylvania – and pistol whipped him. He called me the night before I played with rotten teeth and said the guy took around four grand and gave 20 stitches. He sounded sedated and sad. For the past six months, ...
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