Officially On The Heater

Results from my last 10 sessions:

+107
+180
+465
+272
+237
+304
+205
+340
+289
+580

I think downloading "Poker Stove" has really helped me. Before I went nuts ranging hands like J/10 suited, J/9 suited, K/q suited, 8/6 suited, etc, etc, etc I really thought that it made sense to call a $12-$15 raise with these hands OOP if the pot was 3-4 ways.

Through relentless stoving of the hands above against villian 1 with JJ+ Ak, villian 2 with any suited cards, and villian 3 with any pp under 99 I realized just how terrible it is to play these hands OOP. I had no idea the lack of equity most had in a hand. Therefore, this has caused me to extremely tighten up my game when it comes to calling raises OOP. I really don't like calling any raises now unless I am going to get immediate 4-1 pot odds. However, when deep and my fish opponents are deep I will obviously open up a little bit.

I admit I am still limp/ raise calling any pocket pair as long as my villian is giving me 20-1 implied odds and I know he'll stack off.

Flatting with AA or KK in position against fish, regs, and even competent players has been a gold mine as well. My AA or KK has allowed me to double through all villians when a raggedy board hits. Most villians will simply NOT fold an overpair to the flop no matter how small the overpair.

You can only do this if you're sure pot is going to be no more than 3 people though.

Anyway, happy to report I feel as though I am officially on a heater.

Going to try to play as much as I can over all the "March Madness" days.

"Chip porn" from tonight's $180 buy in.



Bankroll is currently at $9,361.00.

Well done bro

Great work. You'll have to rename your challenge from $5000 to $20000 soon then.

I'm in

impressive win streak!

Scot With The One T

It's 2011 and I've just arrived in Miami for the week of Ultra Music Festival. As I am being transported by cab from the airport I am admiring all the beautiful scenery and I can't wait to enjoy this nice warm weather. The cab drops me off at Wyndham Gardens Resort and I proceed to walk to the front desk. Great news, there's a package waiting for me. This package is full of all the MDMA I plan to consume over this weekend. Shipppp it!!!!

After I receive the package I proceed to start the check in process. Bad news, the hotel has oversold it's rooms and my reservation has been transferred to another hotel. I look up reviews on the internet and decide I'd rather take a $hit in a public Wal-Mart bathroom even though there's pissing dripping from the toilet seat. I try calling some other hotels, but they all want $400-$1000 a night because it's Ultra Music Festival week. Fukk

All I wanted to do was check into my room, shower, and meet up with my friend Wes so we could start having a good time. Our girlfriends weren't due to arrive until a couple days and we were really going to go hard in the paint while we had time to ourselves. The plan was to find a couple lucky ladies to keep us company for a couple days while we wait for our girls to arrive. Wes and I are "true blue" type of guys. We appreciate the beautiful women that put up with our "degen" lifestyles. When they're not around we're looking to just have fun and entertain whoever is fortunate enough to get our sense of humor.

Here's a picture of Wes acting like he's cracked out at a music festival.



We'll usually buy cheap glasses, poke a lens out, crack them in the middle, and then stumble all around whatever venue we're at for the day or night. Lots of nice, cool, and concerned people will run up to us and ask "if we're alright?"... "if we need some water?"..."if we need to go to first aid?"...etc..etc..sometimes I'll ask for people with glowsticks to give me a "lightshow" and then I fall over and act like I am having a seizure.

When the people find out we're totally sober or just drunk, they laugh their ass off and then beg for Wes and I to play the joke on other unsuspecting party goers. You see, the key is to just have fun. If you're having fun, it's contagious, and other people, including beautiful ladies will be drawn to your group.

So, I'm feeling achy breaky heartish like I just lost my entire jail bankroll to "home skillet" in a game of heads up poker and finally my phone rings. Thankfully, it's Wes.

"Hello?"

"What's up you big pussy? Ready to eat?"

"Yeah, you won't ever believe what happened, Wyndham Gardens oversold, and they want me to stay in some dump."

"**** that, get over to my place, I've got a nice big plate waiting for you. You can stay here for a couple days and we'll figure it all out. Get your pussy ass over here. Lets party."

Wes tells me the address and I am on my way. In my head I'm thinking he's probably already high on ketamine, that's why he wasn't answering the phone. The guy was probably in parallel universe or some other alternate reality. This is commonly known as a "k-hole." I walk into the condo he has rented and of course drugs are spread out everywhere.

Wes looks at me and says "You're a growing boy, you need to feast up, clean your plate" as he hands me a plate full of mdma, cocaine, ketamine, shrooms, lsd, and marijuana. He says "it's an all you can eat buffet, don't be a pussy." Wes takes it upon himself to get me as high as possible when we're on vacations like this because if it wasn't for me he'd surely have went to jail a long time ago. This is one of the guys I refused to rat out back in 2003/2004.

So, we get to doing some drugs, shower up, and head to this electronic music spot called "The Treehouse." As usual, we decide to be completely stupid in line. Wes is rubbing his chest as a couple girls are looking back and he's like "yeah ladies, I been working out hard for this weekend you know, lots of fist pumping to do." The girls kind of chuckle and look away. I'm like "I can't wait until Tiesto goes on tonight. It's gonna be so sick." One of the girls looks back and says "Tiesto? At The Tree House? He's playing the music festival, not here." I give a dejected look to Wes and say "You told me Tiesto is going to be here? What the ****? I thought this was the music festival we're going into?" The girls are laughing at Wes and I fake argue, although they probably think Wes and I are two gay guys by now by the way we're talking.

So, we get into the place, have a couple beers, and we see the girls again. I decide to talk to one and I open with "So, is Tiesto really not going on tonight?" She's like "Tiesto plays big places that hold 20,000-100,000 people. This place only holds 1,000-2,000." I'm like "Really, that sucks, Tiesto is so sick, I saw him once and everyone started throwing up because the tracks he throws down are so sick, oh my god, have you ever seen him?" She's cracking up and she says "There's no way you like Tiesto. You and your friend are hilarious. You two are jokers."

So, the girls Erika and Michelle formally introduce themselves. They compliment Wes and I on our sense of humor. After a couple drinks together we all decide to take some MDMA. As usual, the dialogue is going great, and these girls are laughing their ass off. I set Wes up with one of our favorite lines and say "I'm really glad we met you ladies, Wes and I have been thrown out of 3 clubs so far in this city." The girls are like "what, why, you two are so funny, etc, etc, etc"...

Wes gives a shoulder shrug, looks at me, and says " **** it, ok, ladies, I trust you, but you gotta listen, and don't tell anybody. I don't want you to flip out or anything, you know Justin and I are cool by now, but I'm wanted in five states for murder."

The girls go silent and kind of give an awkward look at one another.

"Yeah, I'm serious. Murder. I've been killing it on dance floors in New York, Chicago, L.A, and Miami for so long. What can I say, I'm a wanted man."

The girls burst out laughing and Michelle asks if she can take us two home with her because she wants to live happily ever after. At that point we have to break it to the ladies that Wes and I are taken, but we assure them that we're going to help them find a pair of fistpumping studs for the weekend. "No, no, no" they exclaim and proceed to tell us how all the guido guys in this town are creeps. They're like "we want to hang out with you, just you two, your girlfriends are the luckiest girls in the world."

So, the nights going on and the girls are having a great time. Wes and I are mingling with anyone we think is cool and our group is definitely the life of the party. It's around 6am and we decide to leave the place. The girls say they need to go back to where they're staying, rest up, and they want to meet us tomorrow to party. Wes and I say "no problem." We accompany them on their cab ride back to their hotel and they thank us for the incredible evening.

We get back to our spot and Wes disappears into the bathroom for twenty minutes. He comes showered, all cleaned up, and proclaims he's ready to go to the next party that starts at 7am. I tell him we need to sleep. While we're debating to go to the next party Michelle is blowing up my cell phone asking "why in the hell didn't you invite Erika and I to come hang out at your place?"

Wes is like "See, those hot girls want to party, so I'll tell you what you do. You stop being a pussy, you take my phone, there's pictures of my gf in it. You relax, rub one out to her if you want, and then take a shower. I don't want you all horny and trying to moosh it in on one of those girls." I decline to rub one out to his girlfriend's pics, but I definitely decide to stop being a pussy. I toot a few rails, shower up, and we're off to the next party.

This party is actually called "Sunday School For Degenerates." How fitting. It's a 5 day long party that runs until Sunday. Wes, the girls, and I meet up with my friend Cam there. We get right to drinking and doing more drugs. The girls seem to like when I ask the bartender "Hey, how much are those gatorades, $32.00?" The bartender replys "No sir, they're $14.00."

"I'll pass, ship me 4 of the $8.00 bottled waters for me and my friends. Thanks."

So, while we're at this day party the girls tell me that they have to leave Miami at 8am the next morning and can only hang out until 6am tonight. Wes, Cam, and I exclaim "Well, you've got to go deep with us tonight. There's the Hot Natured Party at The Electric Pickle. You gotta go deep with us all again. You girls are so cool. You going to come to The Pickle?"

The girls promise to come to the pickle, but they have to get some rest, eat some food, and regroup for just a little bit. They to probably have to go masturbate because their vaginas are dripping from having too much fun. I'm totally rubbing the one girls inner thigh way too much and staring at her big tits as well. Thankfully, I am so high I wouldn't even dream of trying to have sex with her and embarrassing myself when I can't get my dikk hard.

So, the girls leave and Cam, Wes and I decide we are going to show these girls the night of their life. We decide that a bottle is in order. We get to The Electric Pickle around 11pm and I'm escorted upstairs to choose our booth. That's when the most amazing thing happens. Sitting right in the booth I selected is this guy who's been thrown out of his own fukking house party.

How in the hell do you get thrown out of your own house party anyway? WTF?

So, I start talking to this guy and he tells me his name's Scott. But, not just any Scott, he's "Scot with the one T." Anyway, I guess this guy was having a huge Hawaiin shirt themed party and his controlling bitch girlfriend had him thrown out. Turns out the bitch was a stripper and had invited everyone from the titty bar, even the bouncers, and those were the guys that roughed up Scot. They even ****ed up his eye a little bit.

As the night is going on, Wes and Cam are getting more of the story out of him. I guess he had a bad drug problem and promised his wife he'd quit blowing cocaine. This was only if his wife promised to stop giving blowjobs in the champagne room at work. Even though the blowjobs were work related, it still disgusted Scot to have to kiss those lips every night.

So, Scot got caught blowing some lines in the garage off the hood of his 2009 Toyota Corolla and his wife went on super tilt. Threw Scot out of his own Hawaiin shirt themed party. That explains why this guy is all decked out in light pink, blue, purple, and yellow gear. Guy was sky high as fukk and just decided to cab is straight to The Electric Pickle because it's Ultra Music Festival weekend and he wanted to find more drugs.

While Scot is completing his story I'm texting back and forth with the ladies. Erika and Michelle are on their way and can't wait to meet our new friend "Scot with the one T." The ladies arrive, the bottle is served, drugs are consumed, the music is bumping and holy ****.....

Scot is the life of the party. Cam, Wes, and I are no match for this dude.

He's out on the dance floor and all the ladies are touching him. When he's sitting at our booth all the ladies are coming up and begging to take a picture with him. Even guys are approaching our booth and asking to hang out with Scot. They can see that Scot's fun is contagious and every single woman in the place is drawn to this guy. Next thing I know Scot is actually up in the dj booth. After that, this guy is behind the bar and talking the owner into giving me and my people free shots. I've never seen a guy command this much attention. He's burying his face into female's breasts and they're enjoying it.

What type of bitch would really kick this guy out of his own party?

Unbelievable.

The fun keeps going on and eventually it's 6am. One of the girls, Michelle, is crying and she exclaims "I don't want to go to the airport. I want to stay and party with all you guys." I promise the ladies that they're welcome in Detroit any time. We say our goodbyes and they demand a picture with Scot and all my friends.

So, when the ladies leave the fun really starts heating up. This guy Scot wants to start busting out lines of cocaine on the table. What a crazy fukk. Feels like we've known him our whole life. Next thing you know we're all standing on tables at 6am dancing to a remix of Terrance Trent Darby's "Wishing Well" because mdma and cocaine combined is one hell of a drug.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2Nd_lS9Kcs

Even without the beautiful ladies, we're still the life of the party because we're having so much fun. When this party ends we get people to come back to our place and the party goes on into the next day. All because we know how to have fun. All because of our new friend "Scot with the one T."

Scot had so much fun he even decided to leave Miami and come back to Michigan to leave. If you're ever in Detroit or an electronic music party anywhere and meet a guy named "Scot" who spells it with "the one T." That's the Miami legend himself. I still hang out with him from time to time and they guy is always helping me get phone numbers.

Would you all like to see what this guy looks like?

Would you all like to meet Scot?

Y

The second part of that mantra is "...but if they are, they don't know what to do, so it still doesn't matter"

As evidenced by the guy calling a third of his stack to setmine. Which is what you wanted from him in the first place

great reads, keep it up

i take it that's you in the fat party shirt

Wild story!!
Who the hell is scoT

i also want to "meet" scot ...

when did that last story get degen? I am trying to figure out where you forgot to insert your tagline

ScoT a few hours after we met him...



Scot early morning back at our place for the afterparty...



Scot this week helping me replace some lightbulbs in my bathroom...



So, the truth is Scot was just a lonely pinata. ScoT had many people walk by him, but no one crafty enough to bring him to life. My friends and I were lucky to have realized his potential. Looking back at this night now I don't know what we would have done if we wouldn't have met him.

Scot helped us get free shots, meet many beautiful women, meet the djs, meet all the managers working that night, and show the girls we met from L.A. the time of their life. Scot was often borrowed throughout the night as well, but only after whoever he was going to hang out with got the full story about Scot being kicked out of his own party. My friends and I would smile when we'd see laughter breaking out all around Scot. We knew whoever he went to hang out with must be retelling his story. It made us happy Scot was not only bringing joy to our night, but also to all those people's nights around us who were looking for some entertainment at The Electric Pickle.

The point of the story is to make sure you're having as much fun as possible when you go out. Don't go into bars, clubs, concerts, or party spots being fixated on "finding some pussy." Instead, get crazy. Dance like no one's looking. Make it a point to talk to everyone, even the unattractive girls. Don't be afraid if a few people might think you're "weird." To most, you'll look like "fun" and as Cindi Lauper once said "That's all girls really want" anyway.... right?

Right.

Thanks for reading the story about my friend "Scot with the one T."

Dddddaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn
Scot it the paper BOMB
Love it

^ and the follow up was where the story got a little (fun and) degenerate

That Miami trip cost me around 7k and I was high for 4 days straight.

The entire trip was degen, but also loads of fun.

I only let loose like that once or twice a year anymore.

ok read the entire thread

moar plz

Update

Wednesday night I played 2/5 for 6 hours and I finished $320.00 down.

I proceeded to play like a nit from all positions except OTB and the CO.

I was making sure to raise at least once every two orbits from one of those positions and raise all my premiums and the good news is no one tried to play back at me.

A couple of the raises were K/2 suited, J/3 suited, and 8/9 suited and I completely bricked flops with them but a CBET was able to take it down because of my strong image.

I ended up making an ace high call that bit me in the ass against the best player at the table, here's the hand history...

Hero ($600)
Villian (Covers)

Best player at table limps from UTG, I raise to $25 from MP with Ad/Qc.

All fold to UTG and he flats the $25.

$60 in the pot.

Flop is 9d/2d/7d

He checks, I bet $45.

$150 now in the pot.

Turn is 9 of clubs.

He checks, I check behind and take the free flush draw.

River card is a 3 of clubs.

Villian bets out $100.00, I call. Villian tables A/A.

I made the call because I knew he was competent. I figured if he bricked the flush draw, straight draw, or had just complete air...he'd make a move on the pot knowing I only play big cards and nothing was out there that hit my raising range. Once I checked the turn I figured he was going to pounce on the weakness I was showing.

Was this a spewy call?

Another hand that really sucked for me was when I had K/10 of Spades in the BB.

It was going to be a 6 way pot for a $20 raise and I had to call $15.

I make the call and flop comes As/Js/4h so obviously I am very excited to get my chips in on this board. I check with the intention to check raise. It checks through, the turn card is a brick (7c) and I check again...

Fish villian leads out $100, Solid player calls the $100, I call the $100 and brick the river.

At the time this hand started I only had $370 in chips. So I called off around 30% of my stack trying to hit a 12 outer there.

Was so damn disgusted I didn't get to check/raise on flop because both villians ended up tabling Ace/9 and I believe a flop check/raise can push them out.

Should I have lead the flop there? Was the turn call bad?

Last night I didn't win a pot over $50 until 5 hours into the $1/$2 session at MGM. I was $350 at the time I finally won my first pot over $50. I ended up grinding all the way back to a $230 win for you guys though. It was a 10 hour session and I am happy to report I played solid as a rock the entire time. I kept chucking nice SCs and SGs to the much when I was OOP and raised. Didn't loosen my game at all to try to get back to even. Can't think of a single play last night that I wasn't happy with to discuss.

Bankroll is currently at $9,271.00.

Tonight, I am taking the night off and hanging out with my best friend Tony who I haven't seen in almost a month because he's married now with a kid. I'm going to talk about some other stories I am going to write with him just to confirm/recount all the details because sometimes it's hard for me to get every exact detail right. When I write I want everything as close to the exact date/exact truth/exact words exchanged as possible.

Anyway, Saturday and Sunday I plan to grind for at least 20 hours and I do hope I can reach my bankroll goal of $10,000.00. After that, we'll get to setting the next one.

Good luck to all of you that are hitting the felt tonight and thanks for reading my stories.

the Ks10s hand is just one of those sucky hands where you brick a ton of outs and feel like you did something wrong cuz you lost money in the pot. i like leading on the flop because theres a chance you lose one of the aces, or get raised and can get you money in. i like the turn call cuz you're still drawing to 12 outs... but what about a turn raise? It puts their raggedy aces to the test and you're still drawing to all those outs. just a thought, i dont claim to be super-awesome. Love the thread, i play 1-2 a couple times a month. i used to play a lot more when i didnt work but i wound up in trouble quite a bit... "u cant give some n*ggas money"... love your stories and gl not just with cards but in life too

Just grinded 10 hours at 2/5 trying to crack my goal, but ended up $500 down for the day.

Was a miserable/boring run of cards for me.

Will post some hh tomorrow.

Man this weekend has been brutal for me. First it started fri night with me winning 1.1k in 9 hours. Then Saturday rolls around and I insta spew off $250 in the first 15 minutes. I get a table change and just keep losing. Fast forward tonight and I've not slept in forever it feels like and lost money in the pits ($500). I'm going to sleep now. But I am breakeven this weekend, it started off so great but I got soft.

Gotta have true grit. I am inspired to start a goal thread, I think It would help me.

Only start a goal thread if u got stories like lot grinder imo

This thread is full of win. Thanks!

Hmm, no.

All peoples stories are interesting imo....

Looking foreword to more degen stories!
Honestly don't even care if there made up.
There told so well