Bumping another piece of gold

This guy still around in 5 years

Welcome back sir... Can't wait to hear more of your stories!

No book though?

Welcome back

Flashback Thursday this is a great one(how da faq was it possible to run up 1k at 3-6 limit) going from elated to devastated within seconds.

if Harambe had been white he would have got off with just a warning.

Heading to card room now for first time in a month or so, where the following will happen for ~ the 50th time in a row: my seat has the winning hand zero times for hours (even had I played them all to the river) losing several buy-ins, then win one medium hand to get back to approximately one buy-in stuck, not even or winners (assuring that I am playing stuck virtually 100% of time for 9 months), then another several hours of zero winners ... making the whole thing auto "you will lose your session bank roll TWICE, not once, and it will be painfully slow happening ... including every single card and situation going south and negative at every turn. Started about 9 months ago ... never experienced run like this in 1/3 century of steady winning play, win rate about 67% of sessions now zero. Yes the game got a lot tougher. Yes this is voodoo.

stick with it, when it changes you will run like a super nova...my stop loss is two buy ins and I too am running like ****e.

rangerdanger for president

Voodoo runs deep. It did do the exact same thing again for 51st time. Every card and situation just twists and turns toward totally stymieing my hand. Miss every single flop for 7 hours but two ... flopped the nuts both of those times, and in one of the mini-themes of this run, I"m in heads-up and they have the same hand. "Okay, you can have your chips back for the nuts," in other words. Forget about winning. One premium hand, QQ, get called cold by solid player and maniac, flop comes exactly what I envisioned, A-K-rag rainbow, and they both take off one with A-Q, one with A-10.

Guy sits down next to me in seat I vacated. His first two hands he flops top two pair to Q-J once and 9-7 once, both times I have flush and straight draw, and both times he fills up on turn making me dead. He didn't even know how to bet and fouled continuously when trying to raise. But he knew how to catch perfect against me.

Bye-bye hand was shorthanded game, I call raise with K-7 of clubs. Flop 6-8-9, two clubs. I make the mistake of checking to the guy, very aggressive, but he figures to have nothing here and the flop is too coordinated for him to continuate (new word, neologism). He checks. Turn is King. I fire into him he instacalls. At this point I am about 97% sure he has a King with bigger kicker. I have a strong read which does tend to mess with me at times in uber-bad runs. The river is a king. Yes, he has K-J and the whole hand has just been a twist and turn saga to "You lose your chips in a maddening way so sit there another couple hundred hands and then you get another one beat, in the interim two deuces beats all your hands, and nothing works, every situation twists and turns into a stymie F job for your seat. Feel free to try another one. Not gonna work."

I had such a UConn Women's Hoops type winning %s for so long in last five years, it must just be correction for that super hot run which obviously was way, way, way over my expectation.

I know this: the addiction to the highs of winning is now understood to be superfluous to consciousness which is something I adamantly did not realize before. I was dependent on it in a way which profoundly colored my consciousness. Now I don't have it and don't need it.

Wtf... we need to make this thread less about whiny bitching and great again

OK, go

A good degen story makes you angry like this one

The last couple of days have been completely ****ed to say the least. After losing my multi bet (which I deserved to win) I think I lost it a bit mentally. I was so angry, I didn't even get a chance to enter the Sunday millions because I lost my remaining balance flipping against fish in Omaha. I was out the front of my house just screaming at the top of my lungs. I was hoping someone would come outside so I could flip my **** on them, I really wanted to get into a confrontation of some sort. My neighbor came outside and basically told me to shut the **** up because his kids were trying to sleep. I told him to get ****ed and if he had an issue to come and fight me like a man. The pussy went inside. About 20 minutes later I saw the police coming so I ran into my backyard and hid inside (I live in a Granny flat). Literally a couple of minutes later I get a knock on the door, oh **** it's the pigs! I acted like I had no idea what they were talking about, they didn't buy it. One of my dickhead neighbors hat ratted me out (I know exactly who it was). I'm going to wait till the situation dies down and then egg the **** out of his house while he's at work. I've got to go to court next month for public disturbance, utter bull****.

With literally $30 or so to my name I knew I had to get creative or I'd truly be ****ed, I'd paid rent a few days before that so I knew I was all gee for the moment. Time to calm down and use my extremely above average intellect to solve my current 'issue'. I decided it would be a good idea to use $20 of my remaining money and purchase a tab of lsd. I figured if I had that I'd come up with some good idea to get me out of my mess. I dropped the tab the following morning, around midday it hit me! I got dressed, hopped in my car and drove down to the local Cash Convertors, I used my smooth talking ways and managed to convince the employee there to give me a $1,700 loan at 20% monthly interest despite not having worked in months. Not at all bad when you think about it, the rates are a bit high but considering my poker skills it'd be foolish not snap take the loan. I would of taken out a larger loan but $1,700 was the maximum that they would allow me.

Still tripping, albeit not to intensely, only very slight visuals at this time I decided to play a bit of live poker. I felt as if it would be almost impossible to lose while tripping, I was fully in the zone, there was going to be no stopping me. Sat down at a $3/$6 holdem for $600, I ran that up to $2,000 easily. I can't explain this but I could tell when I was going to hit a hand. I had QsJs, I ended up getting it all in vs two players on a 984 flop (one spade) against pocket Qs and pocket 4s. I figured I was going to hit a Q, J or a 10 and win a big pot. Little did I know that a Q or a J wouldn't win me the pot, didn't matter though, I hit runner spades for a flush. Sometimes in poker you just have that feeling, if your intuition is strong as mine you've just got to sigh and go with it. I was so happy I jumped up, fist-bumped the air and yelled 'come on baby'.

This wog who had just lost with pocket 4s was furious to say the least, he wanted to fight me and told me he was going to knock my teeth out if I didn't apologise. I paused for about 10 seconds and said 'I don't how it works in Wog-land Ohio but here in Australia we control our animal instincts…' There was a lot of Aussies at the table so I was anticipating a round of applause or at least a cheer, boy was I wrong. I got berated for the next 20 minutes by pretty much the whole table. The experience started to become very unpleasant, I think tripping whilst this happened really contributed to making it worse. I decided enough was enough, flipped off Mr. 4s and sat down at the first roulette table I could find. I had just over $3,000 at the time, I proceeded to get unlucky, and dropped about $700. Time for a quick break!

I went outside to have a ciggie break, just as I was about to walk back into the casino I felt a fist smash right into the back of my head. Did you really just king hit me wog boy?... Big mistake. I turned around and started swinging on the ****, I landed a few good shots, he stumbled back and fell on the ground. I proceeded to ground and pound his bitch ass, I chucked a couple of elbows in for good measure before some spectators broke the fight up. I was allowed back into the casino because I wasn't the instigator and was simply defending myself, security luckily didn't see the ground and pound or I probably wouldn't of been allowed back in. I wasn't in any mood for human interaction at this point, I sat myself down at the most isolated electronic roulette table I could find. Luck was not on my side, I kept on feeding money into the machine until I only had $300ish left. I almost had a major panic attack while tripping, luckily karma was on my side. I put $100 on 14 (I am a massive Thierry Henry fan) and $20 on some of the corners around it, olaaaaaaaaaaaay! I can't describe the feeling when 14 came up but it was dope, I was ecstatic to say the least. I decided enough was enough for now, walked down to the cage and cashed out my chips for a little under $6,000. I'm now able to pay back my cash convertors loan and will be getting back to my regular crushing ways tomorrow. Time to relax and lay low for a couple of days but after that I'm going to be going hard at the tables again!

Solid post. So now what is your bankroll after paying back loan. Are you going to use current bankroll to grind 1/2?

egg his house? What happened to fighting him like a man?

Great post KingOfHoldem.

Was this recent, "$30 in my pocket" the only time you've been there. Tell us another one.

$1700 loan from cash converters with no job and no collateral?

I think you were tripping harder than you thought bc this doesn't happen on planet earth.

that can happen if your on centerlink lol but i think max is 1200 or some****.

Bump worthy for those who wanna see degening in its purest form

Had to bump another classic

Wow. That's legit better than 80% of the movies I've seen.

unreal^^

Wow


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Full of shame and remorse today...
I ran up a nice roll this summer on the slots. I was up anywhere from 12k to 8k but never below that. I won it all at Foxwoods. I decided to take a shot at baccarat again as I had left it for the slots this summer, figuring odds are so much better, more social game, etc.
I first went to a racino with $500, thought if i lose it ill stop. I didnt. I dropped $3000 exactly over the course of 6 hours last Tuesday. Then I thought, I will just stop completely but first I'll just play at Foxwoods one more night and use my Gold status rewards for $75 free slot play. I drop another $500 that night and self excluded from the woods for life. Disgusted Im such a degen pig, I said Im done that its. Then i said why not just play poker be smart etc... I didnt, I went to Mohegan Sun today with $500. Lost that in first hour at Baccarat. Took another $500, lost that quick. Ignorant ass dealer has the nerve to discuss how bad Im losing to the pit boss right in front of me. Hes really losing fast, 8 beat by 9 etc. Punk mother****er i should have said something, but i didnt just kept losing. I lost another $1000 fast after that, but then i took break. THen go to slots. Lost $250. Back to baccarat and i start winning some up to $800. That lasts all day up and down but doing decent, then i go to play poker. Long list. I sit at 2/4 limit as only table open. Flop 2 pair, but freaking limit cant raise the donks off the hand and lost on river. I only played one hand and back to tables. I started betting $30 on 26 and surround its neighbors also each spin. Wouldnt you know it keeps hitting 29, 23, 25, but never 26. I last a hour and busto. I have donked off $6500 in one week, and basically lost my gambling roll. Its been a fun summer, I bought a Omega Watch, paid off 5k in student loans, but today i lost my source of fun I always protected by betting within my means. I am full of shame and regret, downing a pint on liquor but its not enough to relieve the sting.