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I was playing poker at the Ameristar in Black Hawk, CO the other night. I sit down at a 1/2/100 spread limit game in th 1-seat and i notice the guy in the 5 seat is wearing a shirt that said "Proiect Degen." It struck a memory in my brain and I thought "it can't be. No way--" and alas I saw the name "warmdeck" also written on the shirt. It was hella cool to see this thread pop up in real life. I never got the guy's name but he was a nice guy and he knows WD IRL and is involved in this thread. Also it reminded me that I am awaiting a new story here.
Warmdeck plz update
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@WarmDeck, two quick notes for you:
2) Thank you for all the time and effort you put into crafting some of the MOST fascinating tales I've ever read... and I've read quite a few
2) I notice you're coming up on your 500th post. I can't wait to see how you make it ultra-Epic. You have yet to disappoint!
Of course, I would never think of asking you to waste your 500th post by simply giving me a shout out to brighten my daily grind here in Vegas ;-)
2) Thank you for all the time and effort you put into crafting some of the MOST fascinating tales I've ever read... and I've read quite a few
2) I notice you're coming up on your 500th post. I can't wait to see how you make it ultra-Epic. You have yet to disappoint!
Of course, I would never think of asking you to waste your 500th post by simply giving me a shout out to brighten my daily grind here in Vegas ;-)
I'm slacking, but good news is I'm about to get started on one.
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I was playing poker at the Ameristar in Black Hawk, CO the other night. I sit down at a 1/2/100 spread limit game in th 1-seat and i notice the guy in the 5 seat is wearing a shirt that said "Proiect Degen." It struck a memory in my brain and I thought "it can't be. No way--" and alas I saw the name "warmdeck" also written on the shirt. It was hella cool to see this thread pop up in real life. I never got the guy's name but he was a nice guy and he knows WD IRL and is involved in this thread. Also it reminded me that I am awaiting a new story here.
Warmdeck plz update
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Warmdeck plz update
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08-07-2017
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Gambling Casualties
Regardless of what image I have represented or displayed here, I want to make something clear. I DO NOT accept losses kindly. Don't take that the wrong way. I've become pretty numb to losing substantial sums of money. I'm not a bad loser on the felt or in the pits 95% of the time(alcohol helps). I've done fairly well in poker over the years and held my own in the pits (keeping in mind comps factor). I like to get ahead in life, basically recouping any losses. So I've always made it a point not to let someone get over on me financially. Never want to be the "Sucker". For example, if I was a drug dealer at one point in my life. I may extend a credit line of goods to someone who wasn't in a place to dispute my terms. I do understand that I'm preying on a situation for my own financial gain, which many forms of business do. But I also made sure I practiced loss prevention. So no matter what story I got, I wanted to be paid back in full. If they were robbed, arrested, family flushed it, it didn't matter to me. I didn't want to be the sucker possibly being lied to, or just eating the loss. My attributes of generosity/hospitality combined with a business mindset and flaw of instant gratification about never letting someone get over on me has caused a ton of mental anguish in my life. All that being said, I do understand the simple fix is to not lend if I have an issue with being paid back. Ultimately it's my own fault.
Back to where we left off. October 23rd 2016, 9:30am at 55 West in Orlando FL. I was just rolling off my air mattress without a hangover for once. Business first, and I was in charge with Papi gone. So I walked out my bedroom to the living room to awake the soldiers. All 3 of them, C-Dog, Max, and SCP on air mattresses among the living room floor like a slumber party. "Rise & Grind!" Max was drooling as usual. C-Dog has 20/500 vision without his bifocals, so he scrambled for his spectacles after startling him. SCP reminded me he was on "vacation" with his face still in the pillow.
We had to meet with a customer at noon who placed a deposit on an SUV the day prior. So C-Dog hit the shower, while I gave Max a 10 spot to hit 7-11 downstairs. He likes his morning coffee and donut, but I never cared for the taste of coffee or the horrid breath it can give you. So he made sure to grab me my usual citrus flavored Monster. Max still hadn't sold the bomb Papi left him with. So he was still on credit with me. I re-assured him if he didn't sell it today, I would give him $1k for it. He could use that money to grab something else at the auction on Monday.
Everyone minus SCP who was still getting beauty rest headed down to the garage. Between the caffeine, sunshine, and NFL Game-day we were all in good spirits. A short 10 minute straight-shot and Max was hopping out to unlock the gate of the dealership. We all settled inside after making sure the lot was in order. The SUV that the customer was buying was actually the one Max drove down. I paid $1,800 for it to a friend who was hard up for cash back home. Made a nice profit due to the $6,000 sale price the customer agreed to. I just made sure that was prepped for them, while C-Dog was wrapping up their paperwork. Between waiting on them and any calls for other vehicles, we all made sure to get our Draft Kings lineups in. Max has openly admitted to be willing to kiss Tom Brady for a sleepover at his house. So he stacked the Patriots as usual. C-Dog and I were a bit more analytical, but I still knew I was just playing for fun vs all DFS pros.
After the customer showed and squared up, we all voted on calling it a day. Neither of them had any action on their cars, so 1pm kickoff lurking was pretty motivational for a "Sunday Funday". So we all headed backed to our apartment. Note that I had $5,800 cash on me after the deposit that was put in the bank from day prior. I know carrying around cash is the Degen way, but contrary to the popular belief, The Degeneral carries plastic majority of the time. Would hate to be the victim of losing that cash recklessly or carelessly. So I stashed it in a suitcase in my closet while C-Dog put on his Eagles jersey. Max already had on his Brady t-shirt. Not being as much of a fanatic, I opted out of wearing a Texans jersey. Plus they weren't playing till Monday night. SCP was final ready to get his day started, so we all headed down to the bars for some action.
This day started off slow with Blue Moon and Yuenglings. I'm not much of a beer guy, but followed their lead. SCP disappeared after a couple hours. We all assumed he had a private live-stream to do for his Sugar Daddy back home. C-Dog was ready for shots once his garbage Eagles won. Max was excited for the Pats game to start, so he joined in. We were all feeling pretty good and kept bar-hopping. Pats won and SCP re-appeared. As we were all walking we decided to stop at Paul's Poems. It's this guy(Paul) who sits on the sidewalk downtown with a small desk and typewriter. He will quickly draft you up a poem on any topic. A couple days earlier I had lost a bet to SCP. Not sure how it came up, but due to Max getting abused hourly about being a Cuckold, SCP set a line on how many times Max has rubbed one out since returning. I think it was 6 and I took the under. We had only been there like a week at that point and were always busy on the go. I couldn't fathom how he could find the time to accomplish such a feat especially with such a crowded setting. Sure enough I knew I lost as soon as we told Max he had to swear on his son about the answer. Anyways, the topic was Max jerking off. We gave Paul a little background about Cuck's wife situation and told him we would be back in 15 minutes for the final product. I wasn't super impressed with the poem, but his delivery was A1 reciting it back to us. We all got a good laugh and considering I lost $20 to SCP on the bet, he had to pay for the poem. The customer decides what the poem is worth and stingy SCP gave $15 after we all pressured him to give more than $10.
We all settled in at Graphiti Junktion for food and late game. Drinks were still flowing and SCP was trying to sell us on a local card game. We were all with it, but the game got cancelled. He loves to gamble so he started pushing a casino run. I was more interested in going to the clubs that night. I eventually crumbled to the group promoting poker to end the night. Obviously we're going to need cash to play, which no one had on them. Max was broke, SCP said he was waiting on a wire, and C-Dog needed to go to the ATM. Don't worry, The Degeneral has this. I told Max where the cash was upstairs, to go grab it before we all head out to Tampa. He did that while SCP pulled the car up front. C-dog and I started crushing drinks so we were good for the hour or so ride. I told Max to give me and C-Dog $300 each for a 1-2 buy-in. SCP had recently paid me back the nickel he owed from a sale of one of his cars, so he talked me into $500 for him. Max grabbed the whole $5,800, so he now had a balance $4,700. I told him he could gamble with a little, just if he lost, he had to pay me back.
Once we arrived, everyone but Max headed to the poker room. C-Dog and I sat at a 1-2 together to drink and have fun. Big-shot SCP sat 2-5 of course. The Slot Guru was back, he had visions of going on a massive slot run and fixing everything he squandered in the prior months. I eventually lost my $300 after the the Seahawks/Cardinals game ended in a 6-6 draw. Was amusing watching the missed FG's and such. C-Dog was doing good so I left him to go find Max. SCP was standing next to him on a BlackJack table. He had 3 black chips in front of him when I got there and looked the sickest I have ever seen him. I was immediately like WTF and he picked the chips off table. While he is basically in tears I have to get the disgusting explanation. He only planned to play with $200 on slots, but lost it. Then thought to himself he should try and win it back. With consideration of the $1k I told him I would give him to buy a car on Monday, he was willing to put $800 more in action. Worst case he figured he would be stuck to sell the bombed out one he had. Around the time he was down to the last $100 of the $1k, SCP had dusted off his $500 buy-in and found Max on slots. SCP loves the pain of gamblers losing and started encouraging Max to get it back. Max gave SCP the remaining $3,700 to hold. From there SCP told him to have the FK It attitude and get even. They took $200 to high denominations, Gone. Now he gave Max the spiritual guidance that he need to buyin to BJ with $1k to get it back. Told him he would help him. The whole time their explaining what happened, SCP is grinning how Max torched this money. $1k in greens eventually Gone. Then the theory was to double-down. Bought in for $2k in blacks. When I arrived was when there was 3 chips of that $2k left. I guess SCP had $500 in reserve for a last ditch high-roller slot effort.
I was beyond furious about Max torching and SCP promoting this. I immediately took the $500 back from SCP and cashed in the $300 from Max. Took it to Baccarat and tried to get unstuck. Long Baccarat run short, I walked out with no money. C-Dog won a little bit and paid me $300 back on the car ride home. I was sitting in the back stewing about what just transpired. These Degenerates with no money just blew almost $5,500 cash. $1,100 was my loss, only of which $300 was "planned". Everyone was silent while I was on a **** talking tirade. I knew Max just screwed himself good. He was already on credit with me and there was no way I would give him money now to get back in action. With my drunken anger I decided I would teach them a lesson and make them sleep outside that night. I told Max to give me his key, which he did. SCP who was driving was a bit more defiant. I'm not a fan of that when I'm in a drunken rage like this. He didn’t want to give me his key, so I grabbed his iPhone from the front cup holder and threw it out the window. He realizes I'm serious at this point and starts to panic. I'm screaming at him to pull over the car. In the breakdown lane he gives me the key and I tell him to get out. It's pitch black and we're about 45 minutes from Orlando. After he gets out I tell Max to drive. We leave SCP phone-less on the side of the highway in the middle of the night.
I know Max made final decisions, but SCP egged him on. He loved the misery Max was going through. So I just lost it when he refused to give me the key. We finally made it back and I calmed down enough, actually bought some bedtime snacks for Max at the 7-11 before getting to sleep.
Next morning I wake up feeling like **** with the flashback nightmare of what went down the night before. I had missed calls from SCP's dad. I guess he finally got to a phone and called him. He wanted to know what happened, I was as nice as I could be about the situation, but I was fed up with SCP. I told his dad, SCP could come pickup his belongings. About 2 hours later he was there. I was calmed down and it wasn't too awkward. SCP acted like he was pissed but I told him to go fk himself. Said I rather walk 10 miles in the dark than have someone blow $5k on me. I told him we were even on the $500 he borrowed for the phone I smashed and actually gave him a spare pre-paid phone I had. He packed up everything, said farewell, and his Sugar Daddy took care of his return agenda.
Now it was time to deal with Max. He apologized profusely, but the bottom line was I wanted my money back. I also wanted this resolved quickly. $3,900 was lost by Max, plus the roughly $1,500 he was into me for already, I told him I wanted $5k. Once he gave me the cash I would then put him back on credit and help him buy more inventory. C-Dog was a little shell-shocked from the whole situation, but we talked about everything and he still wanted to continue business.
Perfecto was returning from Puerto Rico that day. I was supposed to pick him up at the airport. But was overwhelmed sorting this financial situation with Max out. He Ubered back and dropped his suitcases once he got into the apartment. He sat in the dealer chair at the poker table and we told him what happened. Man down with SCP, Max was buried $5k, and C-Dog was on the border of running scared. He was actually so used to screwing up himself, that he was real positive about the situation. His attitude of having everyone's back made me practically forget about how bad he was messing up. I focused my frustration on Max.
So the dust settled and Max was working on every angle to get the money together. He was asking random friends and family for money. I kept getting different stories as the week went on. I still continued to feed Max in the meantime because he was penny-less. He still couldn't sell his car he had. My frustration wasn't that bad with him, but did grow as the excuses rolled in. He reached out to his father he hadn't seen in many years. Apparently he lived in Georgia and had a terminally ill wife. He allegedly told Max that if he went there he would give him the wife's 2012 Cobalt. He could then sell that to repay me. He also reached out to some distant step family member that lived in Orlando. Said he retired and is well off. That he may bail him out.
So Max skipped the Magic-Heat opening game that week to go meet this family member for dinner. He is so distant/step that he is Black. I brought Papi's sister and C-Dog to the game. Placed was packed and we had a good time. Papi was back at home with his wife this week trying to lick his wounds from the recent vacation. So he wasn't there to cock-block when I smashed his sister post-game back at the apartment. I escorted her out for the walk of shame and seen Max was back from his meeting. He told me he literally cried to this guy and he said he would call him tomorrow with the money. That turned into this guy never returning Max's phone calls from there on out.
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The Cobalt idea was still in the works, but Max had a new idea. Said he had an Army buddy who was supposedly loaded. He was calling him all week. But all the "Ya, I got You"s turned into excuse after excuse. He couldn't wire the money, or just put it in Max's bank account. Eventually turned into telling Max that the money is coming from MS-13 gang and wanted to make sure he was okay with that. Said he had to wait to do transaction in person. Max swore the money was coming.
(Eating out with Max was adding up)
So we just continued about our business. We had plans to fly home that coming Sunday right before Halloween. We just grinded auctions and car sales. I continued to feed him 3 times a day and try to keep moral high. C-Dog had sold his Impala finally and picked up an Altima at the auction. The auctions were always fun. We would mess around test driving cars we had no intention on buying. Some auctions even had DJ's there lol. Football contests, raffles, basketballs hoops. There was still tension as I wanted this situation resolved, but we made the best of it. Papi even found out I banged his sister, but seemed not to care. He was too caught up in his own dilemma's. Said he rather his sister be with a White guy like me.
<broken video link removed at the request of OP>
It was now Friday of that week and I left the dealership to get lunch for everyone. C-Dog drove and I left Max there to wash cars. When we returned, the gate was closed but not locked. There was no sign of Max. I immediately started calling his phone, but kept getting sent to voicemail. I headed straight back to the apartment. Got inside, all his stuff was there, but no Max. WTF was going on???
To be continued….
Regardless of what image I have represented or displayed here, I want to make something clear. I DO NOT accept losses kindly. Don't take that the wrong way. I've become pretty numb to losing substantial sums of money. I'm not a bad loser on the felt or in the pits 95% of the time(alcohol helps). I've done fairly well in poker over the years and held my own in the pits (keeping in mind comps factor). I like to get ahead in life, basically recouping any losses. So I've always made it a point not to let someone get over on me financially. Never want to be the "Sucker". For example, if I was a drug dealer at one point in my life. I may extend a credit line of goods to someone who wasn't in a place to dispute my terms. I do understand that I'm preying on a situation for my own financial gain, which many forms of business do. But I also made sure I practiced loss prevention. So no matter what story I got, I wanted to be paid back in full. If they were robbed, arrested, family flushed it, it didn't matter to me. I didn't want to be the sucker possibly being lied to, or just eating the loss. My attributes of generosity/hospitality combined with a business mindset and flaw of instant gratification about never letting someone get over on me has caused a ton of mental anguish in my life. All that being said, I do understand the simple fix is to not lend if I have an issue with being paid back. Ultimately it's my own fault.
Back to where we left off. October 23rd 2016, 9:30am at 55 West in Orlando FL. I was just rolling off my air mattress without a hangover for once. Business first, and I was in charge with Papi gone. So I walked out my bedroom to the living room to awake the soldiers. All 3 of them, C-Dog, Max, and SCP on air mattresses among the living room floor like a slumber party. "Rise & Grind!" Max was drooling as usual. C-Dog has 20/500 vision without his bifocals, so he scrambled for his spectacles after startling him. SCP reminded me he was on "vacation" with his face still in the pillow.
We had to meet with a customer at noon who placed a deposit on an SUV the day prior. So C-Dog hit the shower, while I gave Max a 10 spot to hit 7-11 downstairs. He likes his morning coffee and donut, but I never cared for the taste of coffee or the horrid breath it can give you. So he made sure to grab me my usual citrus flavored Monster. Max still hadn't sold the bomb Papi left him with. So he was still on credit with me. I re-assured him if he didn't sell it today, I would give him $1k for it. He could use that money to grab something else at the auction on Monday.
Everyone minus SCP who was still getting beauty rest headed down to the garage. Between the caffeine, sunshine, and NFL Game-day we were all in good spirits. A short 10 minute straight-shot and Max was hopping out to unlock the gate of the dealership. We all settled inside after making sure the lot was in order. The SUV that the customer was buying was actually the one Max drove down. I paid $1,800 for it to a friend who was hard up for cash back home. Made a nice profit due to the $6,000 sale price the customer agreed to. I just made sure that was prepped for them, while C-Dog was wrapping up their paperwork. Between waiting on them and any calls for other vehicles, we all made sure to get our Draft Kings lineups in. Max has openly admitted to be willing to kiss Tom Brady for a sleepover at his house. So he stacked the Patriots as usual. C-Dog and I were a bit more analytical, but I still knew I was just playing for fun vs all DFS pros.
After the customer showed and squared up, we all voted on calling it a day. Neither of them had any action on their cars, so 1pm kickoff lurking was pretty motivational for a "Sunday Funday". So we all headed backed to our apartment. Note that I had $5,800 cash on me after the deposit that was put in the bank from day prior. I know carrying around cash is the Degen way, but contrary to the popular belief, The Degeneral carries plastic majority of the time. Would hate to be the victim of losing that cash recklessly or carelessly. So I stashed it in a suitcase in my closet while C-Dog put on his Eagles jersey. Max already had on his Brady t-shirt. Not being as much of a fanatic, I opted out of wearing a Texans jersey. Plus they weren't playing till Monday night. SCP was final ready to get his day started, so we all headed down to the bars for some action.
Spoiler:
This day started off slow with Blue Moon and Yuenglings. I'm not much of a beer guy, but followed their lead. SCP disappeared after a couple hours. We all assumed he had a private live-stream to do for his Sugar Daddy back home. C-Dog was ready for shots once his garbage Eagles won. Max was excited for the Pats game to start, so he joined in. We were all feeling pretty good and kept bar-hopping. Pats won and SCP re-appeared. As we were all walking we decided to stop at Paul's Poems. It's this guy(Paul) who sits on the sidewalk downtown with a small desk and typewriter. He will quickly draft you up a poem on any topic. A couple days earlier I had lost a bet to SCP. Not sure how it came up, but due to Max getting abused hourly about being a Cuckold, SCP set a line on how many times Max has rubbed one out since returning. I think it was 6 and I took the under. We had only been there like a week at that point and were always busy on the go. I couldn't fathom how he could find the time to accomplish such a feat especially with such a crowded setting. Sure enough I knew I lost as soon as we told Max he had to swear on his son about the answer. Anyways, the topic was Max jerking off. We gave Paul a little background about Cuck's wife situation and told him we would be back in 15 minutes for the final product. I wasn't super impressed with the poem, but his delivery was A1 reciting it back to us. We all got a good laugh and considering I lost $20 to SCP on the bet, he had to pay for the poem. The customer decides what the poem is worth and stingy SCP gave $15 after we all pressured him to give more than $10.
Spoiler:
We all settled in at Graphiti Junktion for food and late game. Drinks were still flowing and SCP was trying to sell us on a local card game. We were all with it, but the game got cancelled. He loves to gamble so he started pushing a casino run. I was more interested in going to the clubs that night. I eventually crumbled to the group promoting poker to end the night. Obviously we're going to need cash to play, which no one had on them. Max was broke, SCP said he was waiting on a wire, and C-Dog needed to go to the ATM. Don't worry, The Degeneral has this. I told Max where the cash was upstairs, to go grab it before we all head out to Tampa. He did that while SCP pulled the car up front. C-dog and I started crushing drinks so we were good for the hour or so ride. I told Max to give me and C-Dog $300 each for a 1-2 buy-in. SCP had recently paid me back the nickel he owed from a sale of one of his cars, so he talked me into $500 for him. Max grabbed the whole $5,800, so he now had a balance $4,700. I told him he could gamble with a little, just if he lost, he had to pay me back.
Once we arrived, everyone but Max headed to the poker room. C-Dog and I sat at a 1-2 together to drink and have fun. Big-shot SCP sat 2-5 of course. The Slot Guru was back, he had visions of going on a massive slot run and fixing everything he squandered in the prior months. I eventually lost my $300 after the the Seahawks/Cardinals game ended in a 6-6 draw. Was amusing watching the missed FG's and such. C-Dog was doing good so I left him to go find Max. SCP was standing next to him on a BlackJack table. He had 3 black chips in front of him when I got there and looked the sickest I have ever seen him. I was immediately like WTF and he picked the chips off table. While he is basically in tears I have to get the disgusting explanation. He only planned to play with $200 on slots, but lost it. Then thought to himself he should try and win it back. With consideration of the $1k I told him I would give him to buy a car on Monday, he was willing to put $800 more in action. Worst case he figured he would be stuck to sell the bombed out one he had. Around the time he was down to the last $100 of the $1k, SCP had dusted off his $500 buy-in and found Max on slots. SCP loves the pain of gamblers losing and started encouraging Max to get it back. Max gave SCP the remaining $3,700 to hold. From there SCP told him to have the FK It attitude and get even. They took $200 to high denominations, Gone. Now he gave Max the spiritual guidance that he need to buyin to BJ with $1k to get it back. Told him he would help him. The whole time their explaining what happened, SCP is grinning how Max torched this money. $1k in greens eventually Gone. Then the theory was to double-down. Bought in for $2k in blacks. When I arrived was when there was 3 chips of that $2k left. I guess SCP had $500 in reserve for a last ditch high-roller slot effort.
I was beyond furious about Max torching and SCP promoting this. I immediately took the $500 back from SCP and cashed in the $300 from Max. Took it to Baccarat and tried to get unstuck. Long Baccarat run short, I walked out with no money. C-Dog won a little bit and paid me $300 back on the car ride home. I was sitting in the back stewing about what just transpired. These Degenerates with no money just blew almost $5,500 cash. $1,100 was my loss, only of which $300 was "planned". Everyone was silent while I was on a **** talking tirade. I knew Max just screwed himself good. He was already on credit with me and there was no way I would give him money now to get back in action. With my drunken anger I decided I would teach them a lesson and make them sleep outside that night. I told Max to give me his key, which he did. SCP who was driving was a bit more defiant. I'm not a fan of that when I'm in a drunken rage like this. He didn’t want to give me his key, so I grabbed his iPhone from the front cup holder and threw it out the window. He realizes I'm serious at this point and starts to panic. I'm screaming at him to pull over the car. In the breakdown lane he gives me the key and I tell him to get out. It's pitch black and we're about 45 minutes from Orlando. After he gets out I tell Max to drive. We leave SCP phone-less on the side of the highway in the middle of the night.
I know Max made final decisions, but SCP egged him on. He loved the misery Max was going through. So I just lost it when he refused to give me the key. We finally made it back and I calmed down enough, actually bought some bedtime snacks for Max at the 7-11 before getting to sleep.
Next morning I wake up feeling like **** with the flashback nightmare of what went down the night before. I had missed calls from SCP's dad. I guess he finally got to a phone and called him. He wanted to know what happened, I was as nice as I could be about the situation, but I was fed up with SCP. I told his dad, SCP could come pickup his belongings. About 2 hours later he was there. I was calmed down and it wasn't too awkward. SCP acted like he was pissed but I told him to go fk himself. Said I rather walk 10 miles in the dark than have someone blow $5k on me. I told him we were even on the $500 he borrowed for the phone I smashed and actually gave him a spare pre-paid phone I had. He packed up everything, said farewell, and his Sugar Daddy took care of his return agenda.
Now it was time to deal with Max. He apologized profusely, but the bottom line was I wanted my money back. I also wanted this resolved quickly. $3,900 was lost by Max, plus the roughly $1,500 he was into me for already, I told him I wanted $5k. Once he gave me the cash I would then put him back on credit and help him buy more inventory. C-Dog was a little shell-shocked from the whole situation, but we talked about everything and he still wanted to continue business.
Perfecto was returning from Puerto Rico that day. I was supposed to pick him up at the airport. But was overwhelmed sorting this financial situation with Max out. He Ubered back and dropped his suitcases once he got into the apartment. He sat in the dealer chair at the poker table and we told him what happened. Man down with SCP, Max was buried $5k, and C-Dog was on the border of running scared. He was actually so used to screwing up himself, that he was real positive about the situation. His attitude of having everyone's back made me practically forget about how bad he was messing up. I focused my frustration on Max.
So the dust settled and Max was working on every angle to get the money together. He was asking random friends and family for money. I kept getting different stories as the week went on. I still continued to feed Max in the meantime because he was penny-less. He still couldn't sell his car he had. My frustration wasn't that bad with him, but did grow as the excuses rolled in. He reached out to his father he hadn't seen in many years. Apparently he lived in Georgia and had a terminally ill wife. He allegedly told Max that if he went there he would give him the wife's 2012 Cobalt. He could then sell that to repay me. He also reached out to some distant step family member that lived in Orlando. Said he retired and is well off. That he may bail him out.
So Max skipped the Magic-Heat opening game that week to go meet this family member for dinner. He is so distant/step that he is Black. I brought Papi's sister and C-Dog to the game. Placed was packed and we had a good time. Papi was back at home with his wife this week trying to lick his wounds from the recent vacation. So he wasn't there to cock-block when I smashed his sister post-game back at the apartment. I escorted her out for the walk of shame and seen Max was back from his meeting. He told me he literally cried to this guy and he said he would call him tomorrow with the money. That turned into this guy never returning Max's phone calls from there on out.
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The Cobalt idea was still in the works, but Max had a new idea. Said he had an Army buddy who was supposedly loaded. He was calling him all week. But all the "Ya, I got You"s turned into excuse after excuse. He couldn't wire the money, or just put it in Max's bank account. Eventually turned into telling Max that the money is coming from MS-13 gang and wanted to make sure he was okay with that. Said he had to wait to do transaction in person. Max swore the money was coming.
(Eating out with Max was adding up)
So we just continued about our business. We had plans to fly home that coming Sunday right before Halloween. We just grinded auctions and car sales. I continued to feed him 3 times a day and try to keep moral high. C-Dog had sold his Impala finally and picked up an Altima at the auction. The auctions were always fun. We would mess around test driving cars we had no intention on buying. Some auctions even had DJ's there lol. Football contests, raffles, basketballs hoops. There was still tension as I wanted this situation resolved, but we made the best of it. Papi even found out I banged his sister, but seemed not to care. He was too caught up in his own dilemma's. Said he rather his sister be with a White guy like me.
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It was now Friday of that week and I left the dealership to get lunch for everyone. C-Dog drove and I left Max there to wash cars. When we returned, the gate was closed but not locked. There was no sign of Max. I immediately started calling his phone, but kept getting sent to voicemail. I headed straight back to the apartment. Got inside, all his stuff was there, but no Max. WTF was going on???
To be continued….
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