what next

It's four months into 2006 and I have already had two spots close on me. Here I am eating a nice steak dinner relieved that I somehow walked away from getting locked up. When I get a call from another club owner to swing by his place on the east side and talk about setting shop up there, man does word travel fast. I wasn't crazy about the joint, I was there when they first opened and it wasn't for me. Didn't really feel safe there and these guys running the joint could do as they pretty much please, I wasn't going to butt heads with them. I knew better, but I had to listen to what they had to say out of respect for one of the main guys involved. I truly liked this one particular person and I felt I could do business with him. I just walked out of a raid at 7 30 and now at 10 30 I find myself walking in a place ready to negotiate again to bring my 10-20 limit game there. My guy ain't there , so he tells me on the phone to work it out with this other guy. No problem seemed like a nice guy, looks like he would whack you and go pick his daughter up from Catholic school like nothing happened. I walked in like I was the man, said hello to a couple of friendly faces and looked around, it had four or five tables of no-limit, one game was a 10-25 so this place had some heavy duty action, big limits in a underground clubs tend to make me nervous. I went inside this tiny smoking room with the guy, he never met me but I know he knew what type of following I had. We hammer out an agreement, but something isn't right but I shake on it and walk down the two flights of dark creaky railroad flat stairs. How am I going to ask people to walk up two flights, alot of my players were sixty and up ,that was the first sign of me backing out. That and the fact that there seemed to be no room for me, every table looked in use. Here I am on my third location. It's very hard to get people to keep coming but I had to for me to make money. On my way home another club in Chelsea calls me up and asks me whats up? How I am doing? Would I like to come on by tomorrow, sure I say why not. Now I know I shook on a deal, I knew it wasn't right but I had to do whats best for me. It wasn't like I got off my game there, all I had vested was a conversation. Now I go over to this spot in Chelsea run by some Russian guys I know, nice place, all they had were tournaments and small no limit. The guy I meet with makes me a generous offer to bring my game, I like the place and the location and I feel better about my chances of getting off a limit game there. All I had to do now is tell these other guys I changed my mind, I don't think they were going to be happy but I had to let them know. I called my guy up and told him no hard feelings but his spot wasn't for me and wished him all the best. I sent out the text messages and let people know where I am at. I knew it was going to be a struggle with the raids and people losing their money to the police. It was better to go to A.C. I gave it a shot for a couple of days, things were not happening fast enough for me and then I was told a new spot opened up in midtown,this was one guy I couldnt beat, his following was strong and at this time I didn't have the resources to compete against him so I figured if u can't beat him I might as well join him and I did. Plus I didn't have the stress of trying to put together a game. All I did was show up and play on the sheet. The action was pretty amazing!