Mr. Farley and I grew up in Troy.  We met a long time ago in our early teens, although the story of how we met varies.. I tend to think it might of been at one of the underage keg parties we all went to, but he tells it as I sold him a fake bag of weed for 5$ and he respected my hustle lol  either of the two might be true but hey you take your pick.  The respect for your fellow gambler is prob what kept us close all this time.

There hasnt been a week where I havent talked to Farley in some way.  We've basically been everywhere and through it all, Vegas, Canada, Mexico, Jail....We actually watched the Superbowl and bet on it 1 weekend in jail.  We both won..You've never seen two happier people in jail. ( well you might but they prob werent watching football)  All of our trips always revolved around gambling and playing poker.  If we won.. we partied, if we lost..we partied even harder.  Farley and I really love poker as much as partying, We even tried to get jobs at a bar in Troy, but were let go after a few short hours lol.  Farley was shit faced, me on the other hand (the calm cool and collective one) was smashing my gf down in the celler.

 

Well anyways Farley and I spoke this morning just like every other Saturday morning.  "Who do you like today" "Fucking Yankees" (Farleys a Mets/Jets Fan) "Saw your ex out last night, she put on about 30lbs lol" "I still tried to bang her"  You know usual stuff.  But then the story came out how he got the name Mr. Farley.

It was June of 2002, Exams were over, school was out, and Farley and I were looking to get away for a while.  We had been crushing the limit game at the emerald club all year and actually puttting together some nice BR's cause I didnt have time to go to the casino during baseball season.  After we ruled Vegas out, well since we were still both underage.. We decided on Montreal.  Montreal is just about 3 hours away from Troy.  A stones throw when your traveling with Farley.  Well we stopped at AAA and got a map, Stewarts and got a 24 pack, DMV cause Farleys license was expired so he got a temp card and baby we were off.                   The whole way up was a party.  I had a pretty cool car back then for a 20 year old.  It was a 2000 Dark Green nissan Maxima fully loaded.  Leather, DVD, playstation, whatever.  So the ride was comfortable, and even more relaxing when we pretty much crushed the 24 pack in 3 hours.  Well the great time we were having abruptly came to a halt when we saw lights not to far ahead of us.....WTF was going on?? Damn is there an accident? Construction? A UFO?  Even Worse, it was the Canadian border.  We were a 1/4 away from the border piss drunk with beer cans all over the car, underage too.  Def wasnt a good situation.  Farley pushed the beer cans in the glove box, under the seat, out the window, whatever, anything was good from getting arrested, and esp by border control.

We quickly came up on the toll booth and the conversation went a little like this,

Agent " Hello Gentlemen where are you traveling to"?

BSLICE  "Montreal"

FARLEY "NUNYA"

Agent " Are you carrying anything illegal?"

BSLICE "No Officer"

FARLEY ",,,,,,,"

Agent " Can I see you identification"

We both handed out Licenses over,

Agent "Dave do you have another form of ID"

FARLEY "  thats MR FARLEY to you."

Agent "Well MR FARLEY do you have any other identification on you?"

In the mean time im shitting myself as this lady basically has her head in my car window, I know she can smell alcohol,

FARLEY "Yeah here it is"

Agent " Damien can you please pass the Id over to me?"

Well I look over at Farley and he is now sitting sideways in the passanger seat, with his shirt over his head like he just got into a hockey fight.

Agent  "Please sir can you pass over his ID?"

BSLICE "Ummm maam thats gonna be a little hard to pass over"

Farley was sitting with his shirt over his head because he was showing the officer his FARLEY tattoo on the back of his left shoulder.

Agent " See the right hand lane up there?

BSLICE  " Pull the fuck over"

As I was driving up to basically get arrested, I couldnt stop laughing at Farley, First he had tolf the officer to call him MR FARLEY, then he shows her a tatoo as a 2nd form of identification. haha

Farley  "haha that shits funny right, but yo were fucked lol"

BSLICE  "OBV"

Farley  " Dude she called you "Damien""

BLICE "yeah kinda wierd.."

FARLEY " isnt the name on your fake ID Damien?

BSLICE "lol fuck"

Whole story is too long for 1 blog.......part 2 and 3 coming soon.