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King Niche

grinder

Join Date: Sep 2008

Location: hero call blvd.

Posts: 668

Re: Degen Stories....

one time i was sitting in my house on my own i had just split up with my gf who was a crack head but she was nice.. the room was dark i was surrounded by bottles of piss half eaten sandwiches i even had a crust behind my ear i was quite sad because i was busto and heartbroken i thought maybe we would make it work and she would be my main squeese anyway she left me for a crack dealer..so at this point im feelin like ten dewey heart aching empty busto feeling and linger tilt from stacking off with a flush draw because some crotch monkey over bets the pot and i run into the swinging blade and throw up 2 clanging bricks and I just punch my ****in monitor almost put my fist through it and then i kicked my coffee table but not like a regular person no no no..i have to hit it as hard as I can with my ****ing shin!!!! wtff was i thinking im not van damme or some **** that hurt so bad i collapsed in agony and started crying i just laid there whimpering in agony sobbing and eventually the pain eased off but i had blood running all the way down my leg..i just laid there on the carpet for 2 hours staring into space i even knocked one out while laying in the recovery position i felt so lazy like a lazy slob and i smelt so rank like chinese food in a dumpster for days..i eventually get up im wearing stripey boxers and half of them is up my ass ive got my ass cheek showing but i dont care i sit at my pc and watch some 200/400 on betfair wishing i was in the game..i kept sitting at a table hoping i would have cash in my account i actually prayed to mary magdagascar..i check my emails and boooom titan poker have put free money in my damn account!!!!!!!!!!!!!! woooooooooooooo..it felt like a blessing. Its like 5 dollars..so I go straight to max but in 5c/10c or some BS where u get nit on nits and I run that **** up to 20 in no time, then I but in at 25/50 and I hit a big overset and and I make some decent bluffs I get my stack to 145..at this point im thinking ok just play this mother****ing cool dont be a degen waste of lung capacity but i say *** it i will take a shot at 2/4...

so I pick the easiest table luckily for me they are all easy and first hand I shove with the doyle brunson just for good luck everyone folds secnd hand i get AA..I shove I get 2 callers an Iwin and im oer 400 i say**** this and i goto 5/10 witha short stack what else am i suppose to do..i run this upto 3k pretty easily and step up to 10/20 and in 3 hours I have 13k..then it happened..I GET KING ****ING KING and some guy called han solo (TILTED) raises me to 30 dollars I re raise to 180 He raises to 550 I call planning to shove any flop flop comes AAA ..he says to me in chat I HAVE IT and bets the pot im like wtf ..thats areverse reversal bluff damn *** he must have it **** i cant fold i felt my heart speed up kind of like a panic attack how can i fold this my dad is in my ear saying DONT CALL he has the 4 of a kind im like no dad let me play my own damn hands why cant you go and play poker with otis redding always ****** interfering ..and i start arguing with him cant believe i have gone from 5 dollars to over a 20k pot in just hours..I call and he flips over QQ..I FIST PUMP LIKE IM OHN MACKENROE SHOUTING NOW WHAT NOW WHAT DAD HE DIDNT SAY **** TURN QUEEN RIVER QUEEENNNNNNNNNNN>>OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I MWAS SO ****IN MAD I STARTED SPITTINGup BLOOD FOAMING UP ...PUNCHED MY SELF in teh side of the head AND STARTED SHOUTING AT MY DAD INSIDE MY HEAD IM LIKE **** OFF LEAVE ME ALONE GET OUT OF My HEAD.. OMGG IM BUSTO AGAIN I FEEL LIKE A WORM WHO HAS HAS BIN SHOVELLED WHEN THE GROUND IS COLD OR MABE STUCK HIS HEAD IN A TURD..I FELT LIKE SUCH A ****INg DEGEN I COULD HAVE PLAYED 5/10 with 13k so easily and made decent rake and maybe found me some new pussy easily when i tell em im back to being a pro...first i burnt my hand on the stove on purpose omggg i was so wasted i went out in the backyard stark naked i started climbing the trees and just trying to get back to nature and forget the damn poker..loking back id lost my damn mind that pot had eloctrocuted my noodle..it started to rain and i looked so pathetic i couldnt even get a crack whore to stay with me and I had a big hemmaroid and my white pastey body stood out under the grey sky i must have looked like a sagging bag of milk...

..all i wanted to do was grind for 18 hours a day and fester in my own filth and live the life of a poker pro grind on the mind till i die make my tomb a house of cards.. i wanted to give up so bad.. now i was busto and i couldnt see a break in the clouds or any hope the next day when i woke up i had to masturbate just so i could get out of bed i browsed 2+2 and went back to bed for 3 days..I didnt even get up to go peepee i just pissed the bed because i was busto and nothing else mattered..i kept reminded myself that atleast i nwasnt the fat sloth puppet in that movie seven where he gets locked in a bat cave and is made to eat spaghetti till his guts spill open..but this didnt make me feel any better..

whats urine and the smell of a cheesy ritz cracker ass crack when you lost a 26k pot? i didnt give a **** about pissing on myself by that point..i could of had a milllion dingelberries attatched to my ass i wouldnt have cared...i was so upset the lowest point for so long even lower than when i talked myself out of a guy giving me a BJ for $100 I just couldnt do it..i felt lower than when my mom force fed me flowers..I almost killed myself on day 2 when metallica came on the radio..i dont know how I ever made it out alive..i always swear to this day it was just the hope of being back in action someday..it lifted me out of the bottomless pit and gave me reason to live and breathe..never quit guys..not even when they are dragging your face through the ****..there is always someone worse off than you..like a guy with a glass eye with a fish in it....keep grind on the mind

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212232)

lol

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#35008733)

i didnt kno wtf to do and i had to double my money asap so i loaded up roullette and put it all my money on black. i fired up winamp and put on some enya while i sat with my finger on the mouse button and the mouse cursor over the spin button. and stared at the screen for like a min or 2 before i could apply enough pressure to click it.

as soon as i clicked it powerd off my 20" lcd, spun around 180 degrees on my computer chair and threw myself facedown on the floor with my hands over my face yelling "please please please please please" while kicking my feet into the carpet. i laid there with a tear streaming down my face and enya in the background and felt more gay then degen

at the end of the enya song i lit up a camel light and powered my monitor back on to see $1300 in my account. i cashed it all out and 2 days later i called my parents n told them i was movin back in and gonna find a job.

My life is a lot better now lol.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212246)

What I recall of the weekend went something like this: The coke (courtesy of a certain NFL WR) and booze (to excess) started on the ride from Dallas. Stopped in Shreveport, hit the casinos, blew my entire wad on blackjack and roulette and drained my checking account w/ ATM card. Wrote hot checks at 3 different casinos. Went all nite and left for N.O. completely busto. Arrived at N.O. wired and boozed up, hooked up with a couple other degens my friend knew and partied all nite in the casinos - this time my friend tapping out his checking/savings accounts. We had some good runs at blackjack and roulette but never left a table with anything. Crashed somewhere for a few hours, went to Superdome, somehow was introduced to Lesley Visser, Dick Stockton and that dude that plays the old man character on the Six Flags commercials. Picked up our media goody bag, watched kickoff and about 5 min. of the game (Packers vs. ??), hit Bourbon Street where my friend got whacked on the head by a mounted policeman for trying to stick a beer bottle in the cop's horse's vag.

Back to the casino, wrote more hot checks, got on a roll at roulette, turned $200 into $4600 - more than enough to make everything right. I left the table with two $100 chips to play blackjack to continue the heater. I had only lost about, oh . . . all of it when my friend, the ultimate degenerate, appeared and told me he had lost all of our roulette winnings and would I write another check because he knew he could "do it again at roulette". I was so stunned I gave him my checkbook and my driver's license and told him he could cash a check as me if he could pull if off (there is absolutely no resemblance). He did. As far as another roulette run - he didn't.

Next day we left for home broke, no drugs, no drink. Ran out of gas at Tyler, Tx. and discovered his wife had cancelled/suspended all credit cards. We had to bum gas money from a total stranger. His wife divorced him shortly thereafter. Curiously, I was never able to pull a marker in Vegas after that even after years of having decent credit lines out there. This is just the high points and what I remember. There's something about a hooker but I couldn't dredge up enough memory to make it a coherent piece of the story.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212280)

I don't know why I'm posting, this. Maybe it's a cry for help, I don't know.

Eleven years ago I felt like a rock star. I had been running my own company for three years, and it was now booming. On top of that, I had found a money printing machine, or so I had thought. Poker.

From 2005-2008, I made $867,000 profit playing poker. I wasn't any sort of phenom, it was just easier back then and I hit a big tournament bink for nearly $450k. I came second in the Sunday Million 9 months or so after that.

That was on top of my business that was netting me nearly $16k per month. I had more cash than I knew what to do with. Mostly just sitting there. I invested about half of what I was making from 'real' work, and kept poker money and everything else as 'fun money.'

I had mostly quit poker except playing big tournaments on the weekend, as well as tournament series'. Things were slowly coming to an end for me in 2008. I was still ahead of the curve, but people were getting a bit better. But more importantly, I wasn't running hotter than the sun anymore. After a particularly harsh Sunday, I was deep in a lone $550 tournament. (I believe)

I don't remember the exact tournament, but I remember the hand all too well. There were four tables or so left, and I was top 5 in chips.. dreaming of the final table. I pick up aces, in the big blind, and it folds around to the button. The button raises, and the small blind raised half of his stack. I paused for about half of a second, because the small blind had me covered.. and then piled it in as fast as I could. A quick fold from the button.. and the SB tanks. What?

They go deep into the tank.. and eventually hit their timebank. At this point my cousin is laughing, and says check his country, check his country. I check it. They're from Russia.

'Typical Russian donk, what can they be thinking about half of their stack is in.. Caught 'em!!'

We're both laughing our ass off, and he calls. We see why he was tanking. He was being an idiot, trying to go after the short stacked button I guess. With 10-6 of clubs. 10-6 of fucking clubs. I kept saying no, no, no.. out loud.

My cousin kept saying don't worry, there's no way.

I don't remember the exact flop, but it was something like K82, rainbow. Haha, safe! We start shouting and high fiving, I was now the chip leader with less than 40 people left! I don't remember the turn, but it was a club. There were now two clubs on board.

I let out another 'No..'

The river was another club, completing his flush. I broke shit on my desk, and must have let out a million swear words. I had tilted like that a million times. I don't know how many keyboards, mice, hell, even laptops I had gone through. But then I did something I had never done. Sat in a high stakes cash game. I had probably played less than 50,000 hands in cash games, and never anything close to high stakes.

Yet there I was in a deepstacked $5000 NL table. I bought in for something like 9k. It was how much I had lost within a two week period or something like that.

I played scared, and insanely bad. I picked up AA however, and was lucky enough to get it all in. They had QQ, score! The 'downswing' would be over, I could stop my monkey tilt.

Gambling gods had different plans, as they brought a Q on the turn. I stared at the screen for probably 10 seconds, replayed the hand, and then watched the screen another 10 seconds. Then re-bought.

I'm not gonna lie and say I got insanely unlucky to lose more money. I was just way outmatched, and my results showed. I lose $33k that night. That night sparked something inside me, and I began to sit $50/100 and $100/200 regularly. Regularly enough to lose $650,000 in a month. A fucking month. My cousin was someone I had always talked to about anything in poker, he was a pro himself.

He told me I was a fish in every line up, and to just cut my losses, cash out and take a break. So I did, I cashed out and didn't play for over a month.

This is where I'm going to stop. I know it's a ton of background, but I just needed to get it out there. In the 7 and a half or so years since my $650,000 high stakes blunder, I've lost another $1.5 million dollars combined, mostly to casinos. It affected my mental health to the point my business failed, I failed, and now I live and work with my brother.

I'll write up the 7 year torching of close to $1.5 million sometime soon. I'm in debt now, I feel like the scum of the earth. Just right now as I've been writing this I've lost my last $1,500 on PokerStars. Donking about in $2/5 PLO zoom. I've totally lost my train of thought, the room feels like it's on fucking fire, my head hurts, I can't focus.. I want to sleep but can't stop thinking about the $4,000 I've lost today. When the $4,000 bugs me, it reaaaally fucking bugs me thinking about the rest of my losses, starting this post brought up a ton of bad memories, oh my god. Fuck this, time for a 22 hour gambling loss sleep! I get to miss work, as it's 7 AM here now and I played poker through out the night in line ups I'm still no match for. gtjheijrgoijgoijoitjoijoierege

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212282)

my father was a sports gambling addict throughout my childhood and it really screwed me up psychologically growing up in that constantly tense environment (there is still damage to walls in my childhood home from where my father threw and broke things as a result of various sports gambling incidents).

i know a guy who lost a high level gov't job because of gambling -- got so desperate he gambled on his work expense account, and that was it for his security clearance when it was discovered.

and i know a lawyer who held a loaded gun to his head, in front of his wife, who was threatening to leave him because of his gambling losses.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212294)

I started gambling a little on the weekends and it progressed from Poker to BlackJack to Slots. I destroyed my credit with $250,000 in loans. I was happily married to a gorgeous woman and had two dogs. Shes' gone now, filed divorce and a No Contact order.

I slowly lost everything. My savings, my investments, titles on 2 cars, my house, my credit, paycheck minutes after clearing, future paychecks, predatory loans. 401k, Roth, gone. Job - gone. I stole all of my wife's personal savings. I drained the college tuition fund we had created for our future kids. I drained as much as I could from friends and family. My family has disowned me, my parents don't have much but they've excluded me from their will knowing I would gamble anything of value away.

This whole time I was the man at the casino. I was platinum status at 3 casinos, knew the slot attendants personally. My host would send me food baskets, and cards. I celebrated all holiday and birthdays at the casino, for the promotion comps. I've had countless meals at the casino, comped, because I had no access to money. Now I hear nothing from them at all. I would drive to the casino, speeding to get there, yelling at the other patrons headed there to get out my way. Eventually I was taking the bus.

Once I was down to the last dollar fifty to my name entirely, and I was going to use that a hamburger, but thought I could get everything back. Nope. I slept in my car until it was repossessed.

Now I am living in shelters and I had a dream last night that I had a stack of hundreds and was playing the high limit slots.

Please stay away from gambling and don't make my mistakes.

https://www.reddit.com/r/problemgambling/comments/25pzcc/please_dont_make_my_mistakes/

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212298)

grinder

Join Date: Sep 2008

Location: hero call blvd.

Posts: 668

Re: Degen Stories....

There was a guy who used to hang around the casino and play roulette his name was STAR..everyone used to crack jokes and say he was prolly a flamer with a name like that..he was kind of old the skin on his forearms was very loose...he had a tattoo of a teardrop that was all blurred and looked like makeup..one night I had won 21k playing 5/10 and I left because a fish left and the rest of the table were nit on nits...so im walking past the roulette and I see STAR standing there..he always had an old ass walkman and a roy orbison tape he used to like listening to blue bayou when he was winning and crying when he was losing..this night he lost 14 spins in a row on black and missed so many single numbers it was disgusting..I said Hi STAR hows it going..he did not say a word.. I could hear that song crying coming through his big ass fluffy tyre headphones these were like the ones from the 80s that the kids from ET had ..he doesnt respond and just stares into space and his cheeks go all red and then they puff up and he makes some weird random grunty tilt noise and a big glob of spit hits the roulette wheel..then he takes a deep sigh and says If I lose this I am going home to kill myself..im like WTF STAR...He says this is it..ive been gambling 40 years Im almost a dead man..i have cataracts..my hips are gone everyone thinks im a qu eer..im like who cares if people think you are q ueer..it doesnt mean you are!.he said but I am a qu eer..this was a tough moment..He puts his last bet on.. thousands spread over numbers..I give him an extra 1k on number 3 because thats my number and pat him on the back..i say come on lets go as the wheel spins..we miss everything..and just to top it off his tape starts getting chewed up roy oprbison starts to sound like a choir of chipmunks.. he opens up his walkman and tape goes everywhere and then he manages to treat it like trip wire, he hits the deck knocking over all the chips on the way down..then he starts crying and punching his walkman saying it killed roy..people look embarrased..He got up and called a random woman "a slut with herpes probably"..I escort him out of the casino and he says I wish I was a terrorist so I could bomb that place then come back and piss on the ashes..im going home to kill myself bye.. .im like heh as he walks off ..cya STAR grind on the mind!!!! next day I find out he blew the back of his throat out with a glock 40

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212300)

I got off to a good start. I hit the double double diamond 100 dollar machine in the venetian high limit area for 62k almost immediately, then walked over to one of the 100 dollar 777 machines and hit that for 12k. At this point I'm up about 60k, and I decided I was going to win big.

I took my money to the tables, and decided to play blackjack. Well I immediately got off to a bad start, and then I started overextending, telling myself I would only spend about 20k on the tables. However, before too long, I had already lost the 60k that I had won earlier, so I was really bummed. So I decided to go crazy and start betting big. Before long I was about 30k in the hole, and I got angry and left. I decided I was going to make my money back on the craps table. I took out a marker for 50k and lost it within about 20 minutes on the craps table. So now I'm down 80k, only 20k away from my total limit. I then decide to head over to the Wynn and play the 1000 dollar slot machine they have in the high limit area. I spent the rest of the 20k on that machine and didn't hit shit. So on my first day at the casino I managed to blow through my 100k casino credit, and had a terrible time because I did nothing but lose after my initial wins.

It got worse the next day... I went to my bank, wired 150k in funds to the casino, and ended up losing all of that too. So on this trip I managed to blow a quarter million at the casino, all because I was lured in by 2000 bucks of free play. What a fucking joke. I am loathing myself so much right now. But there is still a part of me that wants to go back and get revenge. I just don't know when to stop.

https://www.reddit.com/r/problemgambling/comments/2am584/lost_big_at_the_casino_feeling_angry/

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212344)

grinder

Join Date: May 2007

Location: Russia

Posts: 488

Around 7 years ago, I went to Prague for 6 days with my mom. The second day I walked in in some small casino, don't even remember if they had table games there, I think it mostly had machines, slots, electronic roulette etc. I started playing some dice game, big machine, with 3 dice falling in the middle under plastic dome, not sure but I think the game is called sic-bo. Put 500Kc note in the machine ~ $20, went on a rush and won around ~$300.

My last day I had ~ $100 left and was walking around, and some black dude , promoter of a strip club aproached me telling me how awesome the strip club is and offered some weed. Hmm,strip club and weed sounded like a great idea, bought a small bag and headed for the strip club.

The strip club was more like a whore house, basically there were some strippers dancing on stages and most of the stripers just walking, aproaching guys offering sex. So this hot chick comes up starts chatting and tells me we can go upstairs and it will cost me $100. I got super horny after watching them strippers, but I only had around $60 left at that point after buying weed and paying a cover charge. I told her I will be back in less then an hour with the money, and literally ran to the casino to win some money on the dice machine.

I started playing and ran super hot,put $20 in the machine, won ~$60 pretty quikly and had enough to pay the stripper and even get some drinks, and almost cashed out, almost! Then I though it would be a good idea to try to make another $100 to get two girls for thresome. Kept playing, winning all the bets, I just couldn't ****ing lose. At the peak I had around $900 in the machine, and kinda forgot the reason I came to this place lol, but I just couldn't stop. Of course my luck stoped and I lost everything I had in the machine, and left the place with $40 but still very horny,so I ended up getting a BJ from bulgarian hooker in a street toilet for $20, instead of a threesome with hot stripers

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212348)

The 30-year-old man fainted at a cybercafe in the city of Guangzhou on Saturday afternoon after he had been playing games online for three days, the Beijing News reported.

Paramedics tried to revive him but failed and he was declared dead at the cafe, it said. The paper said that he may have died from exhaustion brought on by too many hours on the Internet.

The report did not say what the man, whose name was not given, was playing.The report said that about 100 other Web surfers "left the cafe in fear after witnessing the man's death."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212400)

Larry King recalls a much-needed win at the track during one of the lowest points of his life.

I was thirty-seven years old. (In 1971). I had no job. I had a couple hundred thousand dollars in debts. And a four-year-old daughter. I'd take Chaia to our secret park on our visiting days. That's when the pain cut the deepest -- looking at my daughter and knowing I had no way to support her.

Things got bleaker and bleaker. I became a recluse. By late May, I was down to forty-two dollars. My rent was paid only until the end of the month. I locked myself in my apartment wondering how bad things could possibly get. Pretty soon I wouldn't even be able to afford cigarettes. I remembered a night when I was a young man in New York, alone, cold, and without cigarettes or the money to buy them -- I had smashed open a vending machine to get a pack.

A friend called up and told me to start living like a human being again. He invited me to the track. I had nothing better to do, and I figured it would be good therapy to get out and have lunch with a friend and watch the horses come down the stretch.

I'll never forget that day. I put on a Pierre Cardin jeans outfit that had no pockets and drove to Calder Race Course. I can still see the horses warming up before the third race. There was a horse called Lady Forli -- a filly running against males.

Normally, female horses don't beat males. We're talking cheap horses. I scanned the board and saw that she was 70-1. But my eyes really opened when I looked at the racing form. Racetrack people talk to each other. So I turned to the guy next to me and said, "You know, this horse, three races back, won in more or less the same company. Why is she 70-1?"

"Well," the guy said, "there's a couple of new horses here."

"Yeah, but she should be, like, 20-1. Not 70--1."

Screw it. I bet ten dollars on the horse to win. But I kept looking at the horse. The more I looked at this horse, the more I liked it. So I bet exactas. I bet Lady Forli on top of every other horse and below every other horse. Now I had what's called a wheel.

I kept looking at the horse. Wait a minute, I told myself, I've got four dollars left. I have a pack of cigarettes. I've gotta give the valet two bucks. That still leaves me with money to bet a trifecta.

My birthday is November 19. Lady Forli was number 11. So I bet 11 to win, 1 to place, and 9 to show.

Now I had bets in for 11 on top, 11 on bottom, and 11 to win. And I had a trifecta -- 11-1-9.

When the race began, I had two dollars left to my name -- and that was for the valet.

They broke out of the gate. The 1 broke on top, the 9 ran second, and the 11 came out third. The 11 passed the 9, passed the 1, and they ran in a straight line all around the track. There was no question about it. The 11 won by five lengths. The 1 was three lengths ahead of the 9. I had every winning ticket. I had it to win. I had the exacta. I had the trifecta. I collected nearly eight thousand dollars. Eight thousand dollars!

It had to be one of the happiest moments of my life -- certainly the most exciting. But I had no pockets.

So I stuffed all the money in my jacket. It was bundled up. I didn't know what to do with it. I ran out of the track. The valet attendant came over and said, "You leaving so early?"

"Yeah."

"Bad day, Mr. King?"

I tipped him fifty dollars. The guy nearly fainted.

I had to go somewhere, to stop and make sure it was real. I drove to a vacant lot, which is now called Dolphin Stadium. I parked among the weeds and opened up my jacket. All the money spilled out. I counted out about seventy-nine hundred dollars.

I paid my child support for the next year. I paid my rent for a year. I bought twenty cartons of cigarettes and stacked them up in my apartment, and I filled the refrigerator.

Up to that point, that may have been the happiest moment of my life. Now, today, if I go to the track and win $8,000, it's very nice, but it won't affect my life one iota. It's nice to win. But when you really need it ...

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212429)

how did this fucking street criminal become a respected television personality anyway?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32232372)

Anyways the uncle would always let his son Andrew watch Brian play too. So degen that his wife would yell down "Is Andrew down there AGAIN?" and he'd yell back up "No...I'm busy" as Andrew sat right on his lap. Brian would say that occasionally he'd ship his uncle like $100 so he could play on the other computer in the room. So one day Brian gets a text..." I'm such a bad father". So he calls his uncle up and gets this story...

"So I was playing some PLO last night with Andrew on my lap and I started to get real tired... and I guess I fell asleep at the computer. I woke up to a bunch of clicking, and when I opened my eyes I saw ANDREW clicking away". Apparently the 7 year old had spent so much time watching them play that he knew what buttons to click to make bets etc.

On a side note....same uncle threw his plasma through his living room wall after losing a 2k sports bet.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212462)

I was fresh out of undergrad, in my 1st job. My boss was a new guy, young, aloof, kind of a hard ass and very serious. We became friends when he learned that we both had an affinity for gambling. With him you would never have guessed it. He was upper management and was definitely the buttoned down corporate type. I assumed he was making the g money. I had a bookie and he didn't (being new to the area he knew no one). He would handicap baseball and wanted to bet $5-10 per game. My bookie wouldn't take such small bets so I usually just bet his picks for the minimum and let the chips fall. He would bet almost every game every work day. He (we) never won much and never lost much so it wasn't a problem. Turns out he wasn't bad at picking games. I learned that he was a college athlete, having played baseball and football at a small college.

When football season rolled around this guy just went nuts. He was like a kid in a candy store. He would call me into his office on Friday and we would handicap football all afternoon. Again, he placed small bets on numerous games on Saturday and Sunday. Seldom did he lose anything significant and he was mostly being eaten up by the juice. And then . . .

In the Fall of '87 (I believe) the NFL was on strike and was using replacement players. Several weeks into the season my boss comes to me and tells me he has an inside tip on a game and wants to know how much action I can muster for him. Obviously I'm extremely skeptical as he's never bet more than $10 on a game since we started. He tells me, in complete seriousness that the New Orleans - L.A. Rams game is fixed, that he knows someone that knows it for sure and that we can bet any amount that my bookie will accept. At this point I'm sure I'm being leveled so I tell him if he wants to place a large bet I want him to front the money to me just in case. He invites me to his house on Friday afternoon after work - a payday - and says he going to have the cash.

When I get to his house it is nothing like I had envisioned for someone in his position. His house was tiny and a mess, he had 4 kids, his wife stayed home and it was obvious to me that they were not in good shape financially. We go to the bank and he cashes his paycheck (about three thousand take home) and proceeds to withdraw their entire saving account - over 5 grand and says he wants it all on New Orleans on Sunday. I'm stunned and confused but I take the cash . Over the weekend I worry about this more and more. At some point I go out and buy a preseason NFL magazine and look at New Orleans's preseason roster. I find one name that attended the same college as my boss during the same time period. I assume this is where he got his "inside info".

When Sunday comes my bookie is stunned about the amount I want to put on the game. In fact, I had to split the bet up between three different bookies to get it all down. I bet 8000+ for my boss, 4000 for myself, and another 2000 for a couple of buddies that I let in on the secret. The game went off without a hitch and we were so far out by halftime the win was a forgone conclusion. We collected the following week and celebrated and all was good.

In the weeks that followed my boss became a completely different person. He was extremely cocky and started ramping up his bets to 100-200 per game, still betting numerous games on Saturday and Sunday. He started telling everyone in the office to call him "Ice" (wtf?). And he started losing - consistently. He ran through more than $9k in losses in no time. He started acting erratic, missing work, slipping off to the horse track, showing up disheveled - but always betting games and losing weekend after weekend. It became a problem between us because I knew he was using his paycheck to pay for losses and I suspected a day would come when he would be unable to pay. I finally pulled the plug on him. He found other people to place bets through and continued to lose big week after week. Eventually he was riding to work every day with a co-worker and I later found out his only vehicle was broken down and he could not afford to have it repaired. His wife was home with four kids and no car.

Eventually I had an occasion to go by his house again and it looked like they were going broke. I later learned that his wife had actually won an inexpensive car in a drawing but that they were forced to sell it to the car dealer because they were so far in debt. He tried to keep all of this a secret but they eventually filed for bankruptcy. Shortly thereafter his wife caught him with a secretary (totally NOT hot - fat and she had 4 kids of her own). His wife divorced him, moved out of state and took three of his four children with her. He moved in with the secretary and her kids in a trailer home in a mobile home park. Two adults and 5 kids in a freaking mobile home. His behavior became more and more odd and he and I basically had nothing to do with each other. He dressed like a slob and he always had a football schedule and a racing form in his pocket for everyone to see. He had become the ultimate degenerate gambler.

He did finally lose his job too, but he did get hired somewhere else pretty quickly. He and the secretary drifted out of everyone's lives and all we knew of him were stories we heard from time to time like three of his children had never spoken to him again. He had burned several friends by not paying gambling debts. I also learned later that his father was wealthy and had expected that one day he would take over a family insurance agency but that because of the path he had taken his dad gave him nothing.

Brag: I learned from this what a dead-end career I was heading for so I quit betting games completely, quit the job, went to law school and became a more respectable poker degenerate.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212491)

i was running hot and flopping the nuts every hand. i cash out 3k after buying in for $400. i think it was a 1/2 table, kinda fuzzy cuz i was plastered. i wander down the strip trying to find my friends and end up at a bar sitting next to a pornstar i beat off to multiple times. the dvd i had of her was a little old i guess or the constant **** and coke were aging her cuz she look kinda worn but whatevah. we start chatting and she starts rubbing my **** and telling me all the nasty **** she wants to show me. we get to her room, and its like a swtich goes off and she's all business now. she names a price. 1k. i whip out my roll of 100's i just won at the tables and cut out 1k. we start doing the deed and i nut in about 2.5 minutes. i ask her if thats all i get, and she says she'll take a shower with me. only she says she wants to call her girlfriend to come over cuz im too much stud for her to handle by herself, and to start the shower without her. i get in the shower, after a couple minutes i hear her walk out and figure she went to meet her friend. i wait in the shower for about 45 minutes before my skin starts to wrinkle up so i just had back into the bedroom. i turn on the tv and try to find a porn with her in it so i can set the ambiance of this awesome threesome im about to have. after an hour or so i pass out.

i wake up the next morning and check my pants pockets, my 3k is gone. i feel something inside me rip away and i get this empty feeling inside. a combination of getting ripped off and losing 3k, but im determined to make it back so i head back to the same casino to play more poker, still in the same clothes, but extra extra clean from my shower. i turn my cell off cuz my friends keep calling me. my stack is like a yo yo for about 36 hours, never rising above 5-$600 and i've busted and rebought about 4-5 times. im in for about 2k at a 1/2 table, not alot for some of you, but my entire funds for the vacation and then some. i bust out eventually and have no money to do anything. my friends have to spot me for food, but im too depressed to even go out so i end up just getting drunk in my room for the couple nights before we finally go back home. the sad thing is this trip out of the 4 times ive been has been the best ever.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212524)

My friends and I went to an amusement park last week. I visited the arcade section and found a Toy-grabbing-claw game. I proceeded to feed the machine over $300 in 2 hour period. There were little kids who wanted to play but never got to play because I was hogging the machine. The thrill of the claw grabbing onto toys and excitement of picking up the toys were sicker than betting table max and staying on hard 13 against the dealers 7 in blackjack. The amusement park closed and there were a couple of employees who were "cleaning" around the machine (I was told that people complaint because no one else got to use the machine) to keep an eye on me. When I was out of tokens, I pulled out a wad of $100s and one of the employees immediately came up to me and asked what kind of toys I wanted out of the cage. I told him that I didn't want any but I just wanted to play. He took out 4 toys from the cage and asked me to leave.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212575)

In 2004, i qualifly for the WSOP main event via an online satelite. So they pay for my flight, room and entry fee. I arrive on a Wednesday which is payday for me, and the tourney starts on Sunday.

That Wednesday night I proceed to lose my entire paycheck in blackjack in less than an hour. So I'm alone, in Vegas and broke. I really can't ask anyone back home to send me money because of my gambling addiction and I'm way too proud to start begging for change.

So on the Friday, I'm sitting on the street and this homeless guy asks me for change. I tell him, that I'm broke but I have a room in a very nice hotel.....so I let him sleep in one of the beds for three bucks. I'm scared ****less this dirtbag might do something while I'm sleeping so we arrange that I sleep alone and when I leave he can sleep.

In short, I ended up surviving off of coffee, tap water and a bag of frito lay corn chips for 5 days. All I remember was being so hungry that my bones started to protrude out of my shirt. Finally on Sunday, I say to myself "when I get the 10 grand to register and I'm just going to pussy out and cash in and eat six pizzas". Needless to say this is impossible, because of the pokersite employee handing me the chips right in front of the registration.

Then the main event begins and low and behold, a complimentary buffet for all entrants. I start dancing inside like a fat kid when he sees a cake. Of course on the third level, I go AIPF with aces only to get sucked by AK. I honestly could not have cared less, as all I was thinking was EAT,EAT,EAT.

The next three hours I was in complete bliss, not even once thinking about the bad beat.......................

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212610)

Got a DUI while sleeping in my car with the engine running, lost my job (was a driver), been living in my car the last 3 months. Came to find out the chick I was dating for 3 years had had incestual relationships with her brothers and her father. Found this out whe she started banging a bunch of guys and all kinds of crazy info about her came out.

Can't talk to my family cuz they're:

1. schizophrenic

2. drug abuser

3. drug dealer

4. hermit

5. cult member

I was getting stressed from the situation so I reluctantly got on some antidepressants. Side effects, I began to hear 3 voices. God, Satan, and me. God told me to do charity work, & Satan told me to kill myself. Despite being scared of heights my whole life, I found myself standing at the edge of an 8 story parking structure looking down thinking about jumping. Two security guards patrolling the property saw me and started to come up to me so I ran away.

At this point I had $2000 to my name .... so I LOADED $1500 INTO BODOG. My logic being..."I'm homeless and I have nothing to lose... I've already hit rock bottom and it can't get any worse."

I lost the $1500 in two days at .5-$1. I was right! Losing the $ didn't make me feel any worse.

I was going through withdrawal from alcohol & pills. I was no longer in control and I was either going to kill myself and get it over with or try REALLY hard to get my **** together one last time.

So I:

began to talk to god all day long like he was with me

a LOT of writing

AA regularly

listening to Matisyahu

doubling up on therapy visits

Today I GOT A JOB AT OLD NAVY AND I HAVEN'T HAD ANY PANIC ATTACKS OR HEARD ANY VOICES IN THREE WEEKS!!!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212619)

I don’t usually post in online forums, but I’ve been a bit of a lurker on 2+2 and thought I’d join and post my degen story. Bear with me since I have a propensity to ramble after a few.

I’ve had the gambling bug since I was a young kid, started playing the fruit machines (“slots” for our friends from across the “pond”) when I was a teenager and got myself into a mountain of debt, somehow paid it off and moved to the US when I was 18.

Everything was OK for a couple of years, I played the online casinos now and then but nothing too crazy. Then I started going to the pool halls and having friendly games of 9-ball for $20 or so with the regulars. I was never much good at pool, but in those days I seriously overestimated my ability. Back then I had trouble running 2-3 balls, but kept raising the stakes nonetheless. Within about a month I was playing $100 - $500 sets at the match tables at the front of the club and started to attract a small audience (not to mention a queue of people all too willing to relieve me of some of my cash).

I was making good money at work at the time (~80k/year) but the stakes started getting stupid as I kept chasing my losses and within about 2 months I was playing sets to 9 for ~$1-$3k or and I was broke. I borrowed some money from friends and lost that. I went to Montreal with some buddies for the weekend and lost $4k playing blackjack. I needed some cash fast.

One rainy night I was driving round while off my face with a buddy and took a turn too quick, the back wheels gave out (4 bald tires, never bothered getting them replaced), and I buried two parked cars. Couldn’t hang around due to the little “breathalyzer” problem so we sped off, and at about 5am that morning we went out and parked the car next to a fire hydrant, poured 5 bottles of lighter fluid in it and threw in a match. Next day my buddies smuggled me back home and I went down to the local police station to report it stolen. I thought it was only worth about $5k but a month later I had a cheque for $9,985 from the insurance company. Pretty lucky since I believe they investigate all claims over $10,000 much more diligently than those under. Lost the $10k in about 3 days playing pool.

So anyway, broke and pretty desperate at this point, I found a scheme to siphon some money from my employer’s account into my own. White shoe law firm, they wouldn’t notice a measly $5k right? I came into work one night at 3am smashed off my face and simply printed a cheque out in my own name on their cheque printer for ~$4,900 ($5k+ requires two signatures, anything less goes with the printed signature) and without thinking too much deposited it at the ATM. And that’s how it began.

Over the next six months, $5k turned into $10k, $20k, $30k and so on. I was the new whale at the pool halls round town. People from out of state heard about me. I was playing anywhere from $1k - $10k a set, every night, staying up all night every night, turning up to work ****-ass drunk but early enough to print my cheques, locking my office and sleeping on the floor all day before going out at 5pm and doing it all over again. That was a crazy six months, I don’t remember much of it as I was permanently smashed off my tits, going home every couple of days to shower but otherwise sleeping at work all day and boozing and gambling pretty much 5pm – 5am. I didn’t care about anything, I would even park my car right outside my office building in the middle of downtown and throw the two or three daily $30 parking tickets in the glove compartment. I never did pay any of those tickets.

Then the inevitable happened. I’m sitting in my office idly browsing the web and my boss calls me: “do you mind coming down to conference room 4b for a second?” So I trundle down there, and there they are – my boss, the CFO, and 3 plain clothes detectives. They questioned me for a while, I admitted everything, they handcuffed me and led me down to the cruiser and drove me to the holding cells. I was 21 and my world was over.

Bail was set at $50k. I didn’t have a cent to my name, my family didn’t bail me out so I rotted in a county jail for 8 months waiting to plead out my case. First couple of months was probably the worst, coming down off all the booze, no smoking, no commissary, hungry every night. After that it got a bit easier, but being locked in a 9*12 cell with 2 other people and no books for 22 hours is no fun when you’re a). hyperactive and b). verging on suicidally depressive.

Only when the indictment papers came through did I find out the final tally - $257k over the course of just under 6 months. I pled out for 20 months to forgery, larceny and uttering and got paroled after I had served 10. Another 3 months in INS custody and I was deported back to the UK, where I have been since then.

I’m still degen-ing it up these days, mostly on poker (I don’t play casino games any more, and pool rarely), but at least I can afford it now as I’m making pretty good money (~£10-11k/month). Those of you who are regulars at some of the live poker joints around London have probably met me before, smashed off my tits and playing like a crazy fish on the 1/2 NL Hold’em tables.

I’ve had quite a few pretty degen episodes since I got out, but nothing compares to that 6 months. August 2009 was my 6 year anniversary of getting out and all I can say is that I look back at it now as if it were all a dream.

So that’s my gambling degen story (well, the main one). Writing this was cathartic for me, hope it was entertaining for the readers.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212727)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGCdBsOIKYA

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212794)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMlb_sz6Esk&feature=related

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212852)

My dad, rest his soul, was married twice. His first marriage he had two kids, then his wife got pregnant a third time with Johnny. When Johnny was 6 years old, my dad and his 1st wife were arguing, she yelled at my dad, "Johnny is not your son! hahahahaha!" That's how Johnny AND my dad found out that my dad's first wife was a whore.

My dad and wife #1 divorced. My dad still considered Johnny his son, but needless to say, Johnny's life was pretty f-ed up.

When I was a little kid I met Johnny twice. He seemed cool, he was an artist and he loved to paint. Johnny battled depression, and he seemed directionless.

When Johnny was 26 he was playing cards in a friend's apartment. He got dealt his hand. He looked down at it, said, "I got dealt a terrible hand, just like in life". Then he walked over to the window, opened it, and jumped down to his death.

My family has it's fair share of sad stories and this is surely one of them.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212866)

http://www.businessinsider.com/meet-the-man-who-blew-127-million-and-most-of-his-familys-fortune-gambling-in-vegas-2009-12

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212885)

today I shall tell you the tale of my father, the ultimate gambler degen. Bigger than all of you combined together.

Married young at the age of 19 with the wife of a jeweler's son, business was blooming and they moved to Europe to settle their growing business there.

After a few years the worth of the family business rose to around 3 million.

My father bancrupted the business (the business is fine again now, more than ever actually). We couldn't afford bread. His games were blackjack and roulette. Sometimes, he'd spend days at the casino, doing nothing but gambling, and would return noticably thinner, not having eaten, just gambling.

After he got divorced, losing any respect from his wife and children, he started to steal diamonds. Made the papers, spend a while in jail. Admitted to the theft, but gambled allt he money away before he was caught.

Upon release, he once again stole diamonds, gambled it all away, and now he is an almost 50 year old man who recently begged me for cigarette money.

Being a degen is not just selfdestructive, it also hurts the people you supposedly love.

I estimate his losses at 4-4.5 million dollars

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212909)

My best friend, I'll call him Dave the Dude, was selling some chess software. USCF used to run picture ads for it in their catalog, but had reverted to running one-line ads. So we drove to NY to USCF headquarters to chat them up and finagle some picture ads again. Mission was a success.

We went on the perfect day. There were two chicks there who appear in the catalog. You know the type. Their picture is taken leaning over a chess board, and you're supposed to believe that they play chess. I'm shy, so I end up getting a tour of the Hall of Fame while Dave the Dude is trying to make time with the chess models. Tour was hella lame. I join Dave the Dude at the exit and he whispers to me that we're driving the girls to a bar. It's Friday evening in the middle of nowhere, so I figure we're dropping them off at the Elks and returning to our hotel.

The girls give me directions, and we head to what must have been the basement of a home once; now it's a bar. Dave the Dude is on the scent, so we head in. The place is actually clean. There's some music being piped in from somewhere, some kind of metal; it has some random extra flavor from the pinging of the radiators. Dave the Dude and the girls are having some kind of fruity drinks, while I'm trying to appear sophisiticated with my scotch on the rocks. Dave the Dude is pretending he's some big shot in the computer industry, as though the girls didn't just see us slumming at the USCF. I had figured the hotties would quickly ditch us, but apparently that's not going to happen, because the place is almost empty. We get pretty sloshed, and the girls want to go somewhere else.

They mention something about gambling. At first I think they want us to drive a couple of hours to "Frantic City," but they have a local place in mind. I'm driving fairly okay; no one gave a **** about drunk driving back then anyway, even so, I'm the designated driver. Apparently, I'm also the designated gambler, because I had been to Vegas once and played dollar-a-hand blackjack at one of those places where they train dealers. One of the girls is at my elbow; she's a pale brunette, looks kinda like Jennifer Love Hewitt. This place doesn't serve alcohol, but people can drink. She says her friend at the bar gave her a bottle. She's giving me swigs while giggling like she's even younger than she is. I don't want to look like the poor chump that I am, so I start off betting way more than I should. I'm struggling to remember basic drunken blackjack strategy, and as we go along the dealer is telling me when I'm allowed to split and stuff - this ain't a place with fancy placards displaying the rules. The bottle is emptying fast; I'm guessing it was rum. You know you're inebriated when you're falling down drunk from a sitting position. Every so often I need to grab onto the table to keep from losing my seat. Jennifer Love Hewitt helps prop me up and encourages me to increase my bets.

The dealer is rooting for me, because I'm clearly barely able to play. Somehow I go on a big rush; I'll never know for exactly how much. I'm stupefyingly drunk in an underground blackjack parlor with more money in front of me than I've ever seen in my life. Suddenly, I get a panic, wondering if I'm going to get killed because I'm winning. I tell Jennifer we have to leave, and for insurance I leave the dealer a BIG tip.

Somehow, Dave the Dude and I wake up in our hotel room. The chicks are gone. I'm like "Dave the Dude, help me find my wallet." Dave the Dude is like "where are my shoes?" "Who cares? Where are our wallets? ****. Piss. ****. We've been rolled!" "Forget about your ****ing wallet. I need to find my shoes! How can I go home to my wife without my shoes?"

So I'm driving down I-84, strictly observing the speed limit, and Dave the Dude is foraging for enough change in my car to pay the toll to cross some river. I don't know what we would have done if we didn't have enough cash for that, or if I hadn't already gassed up the car. We get back to town and one of our chess buddies gives Dave the Dude some shoes. Then he tells his wife a story about how his shoes fell apart on the trip, and how he bought these slightly scuffed shoes at a flea market.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212948)

At Starbucks now on my laptop. Logged into Bodog as we speak, trying to grind out enough cash to pay for a room somewhere for a month because I'm tired of taking showers at Bally Fitness everyday.

It's been raining for an hour, I just now looked up from my computer screen, looked outside, and noticed.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32212976)

She became a full blown degen after my uncle croaked. He was a lawyer at an important law fim in Montreal and pulled a lot of dough and they married pretty late : she was the definition of a trophy wife who was clearly digging for gold. Fake boobs, tight body, marries a guy thirty years older than her.

Before she inherited of all the monies (no kids ldo), her gambling spirits were pretty tame : she went to the casino about three days a year on average and had a strict allowance. Her thing was lottery tickets. She could buy 100$ worth of them a month. But since husband was loaded without kids, it didn't even make a blimp on the financial radar. So even though she gambled, she was still very low on the degen scale (if she was even on it). Plenty of micro regs tilt that much money in a session online.

But everything changed the second she became free after my uncle's death. My cousin's husband, who worked at the Montreal casino, saw her play 50$ a hand blackjack the evening after the funeral. When he told me that, I thought he was kidding but he was dead serious. She had changed practically overnight.

Notable highlights from that first year include:

- Selling the house.

- Buying more than 2k of lottery tickets in a week (we found a receipt from the convenience store she had left at my grandma's place).

- Gaining 70 pounds in six months while developping a cocaine habit at the same time (how this is feasible, I do not know).

One night in particular from that first year sticks with me. A friend of mine, who is a total degen in his own right, recognizes my aunt at a blackjack table and decides to have a chat with her. She proceeds to drunkenly piss away her money, standing on 14 a few times with the dealer showing 9 and so on. I'm probably not competent enoguh at bj to know a good strategy from a bad one, but I was told she played like a mouthbreathing retard on crack.

So after losing all her chips in a matter of minutes, she proclaims loudly that she is down approximately 5k on the night and all her credit cards are maxed so she cannot get anymore money, wich means no more blackjack. Yet, she still stays around and asks my buddy if he'll for a quick smoke with her. Since he is losing too, he agrees and they go outside.

Now, this is pretty standard degen fare: 5k in, 3 hours later, busto with all the cards maxed out and 10 bloody marys in you. But what happened next is what really pushed the limit of degeneracy. Two minutes after they are outside, she candidly asks my buddy is he'll let her suck his stuff for fifty dollars. He declines and she just nods and utters "your loss". Seeing as she was firmly in her Jabba the Hutt phase by this point, I really don't get what he would have lost.

As time went by, she started to get even more cracy/addicted. She would call my mom at any hours of the day to beg for money to pay for drugs/gambling debts even though my mom had clearly said she wanted nothing to do with her anymore unless she attended GA meetings. She barred herself from the casino a few times but always found new ways to try to sneak back in again. Cousin's husband once saw her try to enter the casino while dressed like a man. He said it was a ridiculous spectacle: she had those fake DD boobs just jutting out from her chest and an ass as large as a small sedan.

Five years after my unle had died, she was stone cold busto. This is when she started to attend GA meetings and met a few people who she ended up buying a house with what little she had left. Problem was they were decidedly retarded (as in clinically retarded) and even more life-busto than her. One of them, a man in his early thirties, started to refer to her as "mom" all the time. All of them were still solidly hooked to gambling and made frequent trips to bingo halls. She ended up playing everyday and driving more than 500 miles a week to attend the different bingo nights scattered around. She even called me one night out of the blue (it must've been 3 years since I had talked to her by that point) to ask me for tips since she had knew i was the "gambling type" too. During the call, she constantly reminded me who she was, as in "you remember me, aunt Nicole, the one with the huge boobs ?" and couldn't maintain a coherent line of thought. When I finally had enough and told her I was hanging up, she asked me to notify Jay, my friend, that her bj offer was still standing. She was probably only half joking.

It was at that time that the "son", while she was gone for a walk on Christmas morning of 2007, stole her car, took everything of value from their communal house and skipped town, never to be seen again.

I really don't know her whereabouts anymore due to my cousin not working at the casino and trying to keep a watchful eye on her, plus her cutting all ties with the family, but everything points out to her still degening it up full-time. I really ask myself from time to time what really prompted her sudden addiction. Most people start up pretty slow and increase the degen factor gradually to chase out losses, but not her: she put the pedal to the metal the instant she became single. Did she have a nervous breakdown due to her husband's death (unlikely since he was a headcase in his own right) ? Or was she bidding her time while he was alive, only awaiting his death to finally "live the life" ?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32213005)

She had all of this casino credit to get free lunch/dinner at the casino and we'd go there and use her credit and I would cover tips. Buffet meals and booze. It was awesome.

One night I go with her to the casino and I see firsthand why she has all of that credit. She blows $500 on the slots in a matter of about 10-15 minutes. She goes to the ATM and pulls more money out and blows it. She goes back to the ATM but it rejects her for having taken out too much money.

She starts begging me to lend her $300, saying that she'll pay me back when we receive our paychecks. At this time, I'm wasted off of complimentary alcohol and can't drive, but I'm feeling uncomfortable and really want to leave. I refuse to give her money. She begs and begs and begs.

She then leans in and whispers "I'll have sex with you if you lend me the money." I give her $300 and she blows it in 5 minutes. She starts begging me for more money. I say she can get it only if she sucks my dick.

We go to the parking lot and she gives me head. We go back in and she blows the money. We leave and go have sex at her place and then I go home. Payday comes, we go to cash her check, and she pays me back.

This became a regular thing. We'd go to the casino, I'd lend her money, and we'd have sex, and she'd pay me back on payday. We did this for a few months.

She eventually won a $45,000 jackpot.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32213075)

As I can't pay for a hotel without her finding out, I wait until thrown out of bar and then sleep in a shower cubicle at work using a picnic blanket and an orange fish teddy as a pillow. Repeat each Wednesday.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32213113)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32213146)

When we were in high school and we got called up to the principal because of me being the bookie, there was a rumor that we got in trouble because my bookie called the school (lol). Someone apparently said my bookie was owed like $9k and was looking for answers and threatened the principal so he had to straighten us out. That was pretty hilarious. After we got talked to at the principal's I get back to lunch and this girl is like OMG you're alive!!! I'm like what? She's like yeah I heard from person x that you ran away from school and jumped off the Hulton Bridge. I am like whatttt???? And they are like yep everyone thinks you're in the river right now thank God. It was one kid I knew who thought that was funny for some reason, which I guess it was. Anyway I didn't have time to eat lunch I had to go check DonBest for some lines that night. I also remember printing out March Madness brackets in school, like 75 of them. The paper in the printer ran out about halfway through and the teacher goes up to replace it and sees all these brackets there and just gives me this knowing look and sort of laughs.

Another time at the Pens game we went down early to wait outside for Student Rush tickets. For $20 you got the best unsold seat, and we went down about 4 hours before faceoff so we could score a nice seat. Anyway we start playing cards HU and about 3 hours later we order pizza. The pizza guy comes up and sees us playing cards with cash out. He's like so you guys gamble and we're like yeah a little. I say you wanna high card for $10? The pizza guy is like yeah ok. So we high card and I win. He's like double or 0? I'm like yeah. So he wins the next one. Then all of the sudden he's like okay where is my $10? I'm like what? We break even on those. He's like no no no, you won $10, then I won the double or 0 so I win $20. I am like dude double or 0 means either you come out down $20 (double the $10 bet) or down $0. He argues with me for about 5 minutes, getting pretty heated. My dick of a friend is just laughing and won't back me up saying it's "none of his business." So we are causing quite a scene in the line which is getting really long now. Anyway I pull out like 8 $20s and run through practice hands to finally get it through his thick head that I'm right. He gives me the pizza and I tip him like $6 on a $10 pizza and he leaves.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32213177)

Now to an educated and non spaz-demented degen **** 114 spins on the run has no effect whatsoever on the next outcome but to a tilt monkey ****wad like myself this now means 17 is coming in next and if not next then pretty ****in soon!! RIGHT?

Ida bet the farm on it if i owned one but i didnt so bet the next best thing which was my semi depleted 1800 stack which was now 1670 courtesy of that ****ty fruity.

I had no idea on titan that they have a bollockz rule of 25 max on a single number which is just wrong cos on other ipoker u can bet 150 max, im guessing this is just so if ur **** outta luck like me u cant farm it all on a number and scoop it all back in the 1 go.

Regardless i ship 25 on 17 like 10 times and with every spin i keep saying to myself this is serious this is gettin serious but i cannot stop im as hooked as **** its me against this roulette machine and its not real money anyway cos its online currency that doesnt count does it?

20 spins later im still repeating the same bull**** in my head as i look at the clock, im like **** ive got 10 minutes before the wife gets back from work and i need to get my money back ****ing pronto. I still had to bath my little girl, feed her cos i hadnt even gave her dinner yet cos im obvs a degen fukwad, she musta been starvin but she doesnt moan shes a good, scrap that, great wee lassy.

More spins and more spins, edit paste a few times, and now im like minutes from her walking in the door ive started betting fivers on a couple other numbers for really small successes but 17 has literally ****ed the life outta me ive got £380 left and zero time then i clock that red has dropped in for the last 8 spins WWWWAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT

a ****in minute that means that blacks a ****in cert doesnt it?

Quick calculation later i deposit the £1500 that i know for a fact is gonna break me even obvs, christ ill even have change to just ring a takeaway cos im as gallous as **** or baller as u yanks would say. Anyway im already figuring out what ima do with my £3900 that im about to win for the £1500 on black and £25 on black 17 which also has the bigger chance of comin in dosnt it? LOLa****enmentzzzzz cos i aint hit that **** in like ridiculous amounts of times maybe 180-190ish stopped counting.

ZAP - BOOM- CRASH- ****

RED 27 not even close oh dear!

I launch a can of tennents lager against my monitor and light 2 cigarettes in my mouth at the same time (a trait im now accustomed to doing everytime i make a major **** up with gamboling) god knows it seems to help, i fall into a heap on my hallway corridor tears runnin down my face as im staring at more credit card charges and even more months added to the pay it all back calendar a thing i keep to what i owe the credit companies i dont calculate it in £ or $s i calculate it in months of my life. One month for every £400 i owe, thats how much i can afford after bills etc on debt repayment so tonight im down 8 months of my life.

Lying there on my hallway sobbing into my hands with two cigs in my mouth my daughter comes outta the living room lookin distressed she strokes my head shes only 19 months old but she understands, repeatedly she caresses me saying "its alright daddy, its alright daddy, its ok daddy, go to sleep now, there there, there there" this makes me cry uncontrollably and i aint heard the front door opening as im lying there being consoled by my 1 and a half year old daughter in a slobby mess of tears spilled beer and mucus my girlfriend takes one look at me again and just utters one magical word before lifting my daughter and spending the night at her mothers.

The word was the most hated word in the world to my ears - that word is >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

ROULLETTE!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3469489&forum_id=2#32213206)