"This story about smoking marijuana with some woman in a bathroom at a tournament site is pure fiction."

So fuck you, Wall Street Journal! On behalf of Jimmy C, who could not be reached, we demand a retraction, an apology, and a clarification of facts, which should read thusly:
"That 2-bit reporter got her facts completely wrong. First of all, we weren't in the bathroom, we were in the back alley behind the hotel. Secondly, it wasn't 'at the end of the day.' We'd been meeting every hour on the hour between rounds for a few quick hits, and the episode in question was like, mid-day. C, it wasn't a joint, which I know because I'd just washed down a bag of Fritos with a 2-liter of Pepsi and was about to use the bottle as a receptacle in which to relieve myself when the chick I was with-- that was the one thing they got right, I was with the little trixie from Sheboygan who'd obviously been taken by my skills at the card table--was like, no, let's make a grav-bong. Next time you're going to come after me, get your facts straight, is all I'm saying."
Jimmy Cayne In His Own Words: Marijuana [Fortune]