Originally Posted by GrassHopperAA
Did you have some close friends during the time? Can you tell us about them?
Oh yes. At the track, I ran in my little hardcore group of degens. There were eight of us. They had no idea that I was living in a tent for the first six years. The only ones that knew were members of my immediate family and a few people that I used to play trivia with. I only then told someone at the track (and showed him my site) when he was suicidial about going through his inheritance of almost one million dollars in less than a year. I thought if he saw how I lived, he might feel better about himself. True story. He was first shocked and then amazed. I made him promise not to tell anyone. Of course, by the next week, everyone knew! This person has been banned by the track three times now, mostly for digging tickets out of trash cans in hopes of finding an uncashed one. I did this too, but with more stealth. I was only thrown out once, though I had other run-ins with track personnel.
He once tried to bribe a cleaning woman to give him all the tickets she cleaned off tables. She then immediatley ratted him out to security. He then proceded to call the guard, who we had nicknamed "The Penguin", a piece of sh*t. He hasn't been allowed back since.
He also had this "Fatal Attraction" relationship with this "woman". I use that term loosely. She was like Godzilla but with a bad haircut. She was approaching 40 but still dressed like she was 18. She also had a special talent that she would use in nightclub parking lots and when she was pulled over by police. (Use your imaginaton, here). She also helped relieve him of his money. Once the money was gone, she was too.
He especially loved it when they would get drunk together and she would beat him up. If she didn't do a sufficient job, he would beat himself up, punching himself repeatedly in the face. Again, a true story, I seen it. I could write a book about their relationship alone. The last time I spoke to him, he was selling electricity from door to door, getting paid every Thursday and losing it all before Los Alamitos had finished their racing the same night. He often begged me to come live with him, rent free. I said no thanks.
One more thing about this guy, he was the best quarterhorse handicapper I ever saw. Too bad he couldn't profit from such knowledge. I tried everything to keep him from popshotting on harness racing and midnight racing from Australia. But he never could.
I will share stories of my other degen friends as we procede.