Analyzing every hand, even the ones you win. Sixteen-hour sessions at the Taj, jumping up stakes to take bigger and bigger shots against better and better players. But this is what it took in the late 1990s to put together a bankroll. So he slept under the boardwalk as he waited for the first morning bus. The night before he had lost all of his money playing seven-card stud in the Taj Mahal, felted well past the hour of the last bus back upstate to his parents’ house in Roselle. He was underneath the Atlantic City boardwalk, sleeping in the sand. Jerome Graham was awakened by the sun coming up over the horizon of the Atlantic Ocean.
