Like many newcomers to the world of professional poker, I was introduced to Erik Seidel during the summer of 1998 through a Hollywood film. I was living in Seattle, WA back then. I played in a regular home game every Monday night at the Trout House, where members from an acid-jazz band named Kilgore Trout lived and had transformed their basement into a rehearsal space and recording studio. They allowed my friends to play cards in the kitchen as long as we brought our own beer and smokes. We played low-stakes wild card games and could hear the band jamming down below us. When practice ended, a few band members would join the game that ran ordinarily ran until sunrise.