I'm loving these stories, dude. Don't overthink it. Just tell people what happened. Then tell them what happened next.

I cut out 90% of the 'thoughtful' stuff before I post. People have more fun trying to figure what's going through your head than having you tell them.

True dat, simple and to the point is the best way write it.

Bougie team is France , always lose big when bet them never win

Euro 16 running bad so bet them beat Germans in 90 mins, nice chunk in account

Start loseing big again so go put balance on Portugal win cup wins,

So being a degen like I am I decide to cash out and never gamble again.

The end

I appreciate the words of encouragement. Glad you're enjoying the stories!! In that case....

Superbowl Sunday Feb. 6th 2011

With the bankroll now missing another appendage it is no longer fun and games on the inside...but, on the outside it is business as usual...Bellagio 40/80 game we’re settled in for a loooong day and night of winning I’m anticipating $$$ flying in from everywhere..place is jam packed with the usual suspects..The only thing stranger than a poker player is the person sitting next to him! I love that one!! Anyways had Rachel tucked in sweet behind me for good luck, Seat directly facing a television right up above just about kick-off time for the BIG GAME, stoned Life couldn’t get any sweeter! But the cards didn’t cooperate!! This was no Wednesday afternoon game obv...chips were flying...EVERY pot had the mumps...I got in the black early, then the hand happened!!!

Hand 2: Heinz 57 and there’s a bunch of flexing after the deal and we might have gone to the flop as a family sure felt like it and we get to see a mysterious clench your ******* and start begging inside to my higher power 3 6 9 rainbow flop!!! Had to be 4 maybe even 5 of us put a couple hundred bucks in to see the turn and I’ll be lying if I told you the 4 didn’t peel off the turn......A few hundred bucks a piece goes in and I enjoyed a minor moment of pure bliss as the dealer organized the pot to make room for the river!!!!! Burn and turn and MOTHER****ER a pair hits the board!! I lead out (so dumb) call and raise and see the obv boat....<<<This hand hurt..BAD!!

I never recovered from having to witness that pot^^^^^^ get pushed the other way ..Post Traumatic Hand Disorder (PTHD) kicked in immediately following and I bled out and limped it back to the Flamingo a 2 rack loser before halftime.....I guess Christina Aguilera effed up her routine somehow (Rachel says when I asked her about what she remembers from that adventure)....All I know is WTF just happened at the poker game and plllllzzzzz pretty plzzzz Big Ben don’t let me down!!!!! Game was tight, a tease... Steelers barely led late if I remember correctly?? Can’t quote me on that one.. But if Pittsburgh can win all will be right with the world ........smoke some weed and got back to the excitement just in time for the final 5 minutes and it is standing room only...if I remember correctly again, PITT had the ball on a chance for a game winning drive and came up short and turned it over on downs or time expired??? Gonna have to look that up too but I lost! Played it cool because meanwhile I had gotten friendly with this dude hanging out at the Bellagio book sweating the game with his peeps.....we shared common interests primarily ganja and as was commonplace back then pre-fatherhood, Rachel and I ended up rolling back to Planet Hollywood, blazing/scoring more and partying with the crew for a while in their cool ass party suite they had......

(Far out chance but hey it is a small world if you’re out there dude you recall that?? I remember you played cards you certainly could’ve been a 2+2er? You were from Los Angeles and said quote, “ My group of friends all roll out to the Bellagio every single Super Bowl you can bet your ass we’ll be here next year”)---probably only group of heads in SoCal with that tradition right?? LOL

Anyways again it’s back to base to re-charge and lick my wounds. All in all it was a really rough day all considered I had to ceremoniously bury my losing $6k+ ticket in the garbage can, secretly stash a measly few thou in the safe.. Rolls on life support now and still gotta keep the jovial Studdad84 energy going so as not to depress Rachel. I was in panic mode.

Day after the Superbowl, Getting Darker

I woke up and kissed Rachel goodbye..she knew the deal...the roll was going on the line..you see Rachel is a bigger gambler than me, she doesn’t have to gamble herself, she never stopped me and knew damn well what was riding on the line.here’s what happened ...nothing glorious about it..I walked over to the Bell again, got into a short handed early game full of rocks, played bad, too loose, and unceremoniously lost the rest of my money. ...I surprised Rachel when I came back already and she already knew I was a loser didn’t have to say anything....I just remember sitting there in the room in disbelief...trying to put the puzzle together...I watched the movie “Devil” by M. Night Shamalan s And it felt like my entire life up until that moment was destiny and it all led me to where I was supposed to be, right there in that hotel room with a couple hundred bucks, a $50 money order, virtually all my possessions, and most importantly a pregnant gf I was 100% responsible for...a delicate flower that was soon to be swept up in a ****storm that she was in no way prepared for. I was, but she wasn’t....I smoked a joint and escaped into the film...in the dark room I escaped what I had just done....I recognized the evilness that had been surrounding me in the days prior. I realized how royally I had ****ed up and how bad my gambling addiction really was..it overpowered me and I never took the chance to stop it...I had plenty, but couldn’t find that OFF button..

Awoke in the morning and it was time to move on....The Imperial Palace had rooms for $20 so I walked over there and booked one for 2 nights. Told Rachel to pack we were changing rooms. She kinda knew what was up just didn’t know the severity of it...I did...I was still mustering up the courage to break the official news to her. See she knew I had lost, just a part of her was holding on that I still had a G left,,or $500!! She knew we can go into ration mode and things will work out...I always make a comeback, she seen it a thousand times...No Dear, not this time...I went belly up babe.. Tapped..Broke..I told her my plan....I found this place in Northtown called Westcare that takes in drug addicts basically on the spot if they’re pregnant...Told her she’ll hang out there I’ll tough it out the good Lord always provides.. Plus I’m a Vet so I knew there was a handful of places (Salvation Army, AMVETS, DVA.etc.) that worst comes to worst could let me crash/shower and feed me if I need..Rachel had an unemployment check thingy to fill out and mail out so once that came back we’d be able to get housing...just had to make it a couple weeks tops!! I also got a check on the first cause I’m a disabled vet that was what I really was holding out for cause that was our bread and butter but that was 3 weeks away......might as well have been years away.

Needless to say that night at the Imperial Palace was VERY sad...I was faced with a hard realization. I had essentially gambled away my woman. Lost her. Had to give her up. It really sucked. I don’t think I cried but she did. We held each other tight that night in that ****ty old IP room. I shamelessly got high and smoked the last of the weed...good riddance, for now. Ugh... Ordered dominos and went to bed...

Got up and it was even sadder as we packed up Rachel’s suitcase and bag.. I was fighting back tears the whole time. We got on the bus and headed out of town..I say out of town because up until that point I had only known Vegas as a tourist.N. Las Vegas was a whole nother world, especially this part, in with all the **** I had going on.....thinking back now in fact that interaction with Westcare was our first dealings with the real life places one deals with when living somewhere...The glitz and glamour was miles away...this was depressing.

We get off the bus I think it was the MAX IIRC and walked around and through a parking lot up to this entrance type thing....ring a buzzer and wait....did I mention it was ****ing sad? This lady opens the door and Rachel identifies herself...Come on in she says to Rachel and like that we hug and kiss and I hand Rachel her bags and she turns around and walks inside. the door shuts and I am instantly alone.....I got back on the bus in a state of shock and head back to the IP......Minus the love of my life, all I got is a few bucks cash, a key to the IP, and a $50 western union money order.....yet believe it or not...I was not defeated..I still had some fight in me.. I was not going to be a **** up forever..........................TBC

I am thoroughly enjoying this. Thanks for sharing. Looking forward to more.

dude that is one of the saddest true stories I have ever read.

indeed

**** this made me sad at 7am. Good way to start my day.

SD - Very intense story, look forward to reading the rest in hopes all turns around for the better. Thanks for sharing though.

All I can say it wow.. Thats up there of the stories I heard when I was going to GA.

Really hope things have gotten better and your in a good place.

Last 2 posters are aids, first one writes a essay with 0 degen in it.

A second poster is a self pitying werid thing.

Bet a grand on stenston to beat Phil Mickelson two ball round 3
Wins will treat myself to £120 hooker that I just Google know

She is 34 and says she will do titanic? Wtf that is but sounds fun

Also says on her profile that she will take a dump on you, but won't let you dump on her, which sucks would of paid extra to take a dump on her face.

Cheering Stenson for you. Titanic FTW

Part 6 maybe?-Solo Dolo

Shortly after relinquishing Rachel the first thing I did was hit my Auntie up in Washington for the $250 she owed me from a couple weeks before I’d left for Vegas. This was the only debt owed to me (other than some long lost forgotten ones,) that I could realistically request payment on like NOW.....and this was the only person I was going to ask for anything.

BACKSTORY ON AUNTIE: She is a tier 1 degenerate herself...was married to a Boss who owns a strip club up in small town Oregon.the only one in town (and for miles) that was grandfathered in and makes a killing. My ex-uncle is the most hated man in town cause all the jealous wives find their husbands cars parked there at his club after they’d driven out looking for them post-fight etc.. those were his His words...well, long story short Auntie embezzled approx. 250K over the course of their marriage and blew every red cent mainly at BJ tables all the way from Vegas to Washington St.....Needless to say it played a huge factor in their marriage failing.

So a couple weeks before this move to Vegas adventure started Rachel, Auntie and I rolled to this casino in this little town N. of Portland called La Center, WA where they had the juiciest 20/40 LHE game I ever played in and I played poker while Auntie played BJ...she ask to borrow $500 shortly after blowing whatever she had brought with her so I loaned it to her and stood by sweat her play for a few hands...OMG no wonder she lost 250K!! the few hands I saw she butchered..stays when she should hit!! hits when she should stay!! Unreal, I guess that explains that quarter Mil....well that is how she ends up owing me money thank goodness now.. She had already repaid me $250 before I hit her up through text message on the MAX back towards the strip.. I tell her I’m bust please keep it a secret don’t tell my mom (her sister) or anybody. She is the only one who truly understands my situation but she is financially struggling herself and can only send me $150 of the remaining $250 she owes me (Better than nothing!!)

.......off to Bill’s to the Western Union to retrieve it.....with Illusions of grandeur and dreams of an epic comeback I walk into the poker room (one could hardly call it that?!) that was Bill’s Gambling Hall feeling like Mike McD walking into KGB’s place. Gonna play High Stakes poker!! Bills ran .50c/$1 NL Holdem and I kid you not all joking aside when I say I was sitting in the game playing high stakes poker I literally meant it!! These were the “Highest Stakes” I had EVER played for !! if a WIN was not booked I was really S.O.L...of course I lost, no dramatic hands just pissed it away...here is where the $50 money order comes back into play...Previously I had made it out for that Meridian application/credit check fee and I did not have much prior experience with money orders. Like a complete Imbecile I got a sharpie and COMPLETELY crossed out the info I’d wrote!!! Big Mistake!!! Took it to W.U. @ Bills, can’t cash it!!....walk down to 7-11 where I bought it, can’t cash it!! Turns out if you cross it out all the way (crossing out is allowed just not til its illegible FWIW) it is no longer good you gotta mail it in and wait weeks!!!....FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK ..go back to IP and called it a night...

Got up and took what was to be my last shower for a looong time..... checked my bags into the bellhop at the IP and hit the streets in a virtually brand new $180 pair of sneakers i’d bought at Caesar’s forum shops a few days after arriving in town, Homeless w/ new $180 kicks on ...the irony lol.....First order of business was hitting up a library...bussed down to the one on Flamingo and Maryland and got a visitors library card. That gave me access to the internet cause my crappy straight talk phone had that bargain version that was basically read only....I post up a S.O.S. emergency ad on Craigslist along the lines of, ”Homeless Veteran needs help: Hey any fellow vets or good samaritans out there that can house me til I get my VA check on the first and will re-pay promptly!!.” Put the ad up and rolled out.....

Back to the strip to see where life takes me.....I had spoken to Rachel already and she informed me she was pretty kosher for the moment. Getting fed and sitting indoors with quick access to running water and facilities!! Hard to beat that!! So my mind could rest in regards to my girl a little bit at least....but, I had this sinking feeling I was doomed for at least one rough long night toughing it out on the streets .....so, before that ivevitably happened...there was only one place I could think of to go........The Casino Royale!!!

The Casino Royale had $1 Michelobs and this was before I learned that one can virtually sit in certain sports/race books in town for unlimited quantities of time...I ponied up to the bar at the royale and used the 2-for-1 coupon thing from those promo slots out front.... Using the beers for cover I was able to blend in as a normal non-homeless person while I racked my brain and waited for a sign or something...I really had no clue what I was gonna do...this whole thing was just barely starting to feel real..a handful of nursed beers, wasted hours, and a footlong casino Royale hot dog and the absolute last of the Mohicans bills $$$ (still had some pocket change) later and it was time to venture over to the Bell around dusk......in this hourt of almost penniless desperation I had this idea I’d go see some “pseudo-poker friend” and ask for a little loan...Upon walking over there and surveying the crowd, I spotted him but could not work up the courage (or swallow my pride, whichever way you wanna see it) to ask him....Walking away back across the bridge connecting Caesar’s to Bill’s I stopped and talked to this age 50-ish pony-tailed gentleman who was on the bridge playing guitar....convo went something like this:


Me: Hey man, I’m kinda on the street right now any tips as to what I should do for sleeping arrangements tonight?

Him: (looking me over, thinking) Well, I don’t think you’re gonna wanna go down in the tunnels you’re not gonna be out here for long right?

Me: Yeah just tryin to get tonight covered for now.

Him: OK well don’t ever tell nobody about this cause it’s kind of a little known secret but, if you go up to the airport you can crash in there for a night...don’t abuse it though just ONE night!!

Me: Ok thanks for the tip man! Hey can I ask you something else?

Him: Sure.

Me: I got this $50 money order (showed it to him) and I fudged it up and gotta mail it in now and minus the fees it’s gonna be worth $omething (cant remember exact amount) and you’ll get the money in 8 weeks or whatever when its all said and done....It’s yours for $1 whaddya say!?

Him: Huh, what you wanna do that for? (w/ that tone like he’s looking out for MY best interest)

Me: Look, man I got no where to go. Just need a dollar so I can rightfully sit up at the bar and get a beer at Casino Royale, til I can figure out my next move.

Him: Maaaan....

Then the fellow proceeds to do the most amazing thing!! He reaches into his guitar case and grabs $2 and hands it to me!!! It might not sound like much, but to me, at that moment...It was Unbelievable..I am not accustomed to being given to and I see why it is very humbling when it happens, powerful sometimes...

(This was 5+ years ago that ponytailed bridge dweller homeless man gave me that $2...and you know what. still see him from time to time on the bridge, or on the street...he is still homeless...I’ve came a long way since then and the last time he appeared was a couple months back and selfishly I was in too much of a hurry to stop and talk to him...over the years I have fantasized that when a sizable tourney score is had or the lotto is nailed was gonna slap him with some life changing bread. I hope that can happen before it’s too late.....regardless, next time he resurfaces you can bet I am going to stop and tell him that story..doubt he even remembers doing it.. but he shined like a giant star that day from my perspective...being a homeless man struggling and he gives away $2 to some chump that just blew a couple years worth of his bridge -guitar wages in the few days prior...it was a very humbling encounter.)

I took the $2 the homeless man graciously gave me and pocketed it with the useless money order and schlepped it back to the bar @Casino Royale ....then sheepishly pulled myself up onto a bar-stool where I could think of only thing to do to miraculously help me out of this ****-hole I had dug for myself, I prayed.


TO BE CONTINUED...

And we're back on track.

Holy balls, spark1110 what drugs are you on?

Lay off the chemicals dude

The whole staying at The Imperial Palace is the saddest part of the story.

Goddamn what a sad story. Studdad, much respect for the bounce back from your dark days and thank you very much for sharing your story.

However, it is stories like these that leave me unable to feel sorry for the homeless population & street walkers in this town who see to be on tough times. The dark path it took them to get there & the stories of literal fortunes blown always makes me go "damn" but as I always say to myself "Life You Live. Life You Chose." I used to work with a guy who was the #2 sales rep in the (car) dealership, selling 20+ cars a month (Equal to about $10-15k/month after taxes) and lived in a trailer park in town that his grandmom's handed down to him when she passed. He was still driving a 1986 Mercedes that was paid off cause every last dime he made, he spent on blackjack & bottle service with escorts. As someone who's never made more than $50k a year at a job until 5 years ago, it's hard to imagine watching a solid bankroll go in reverse that fast in a matter of days with no plan B.

You are one resilient mofo.

This is why I keep coming back to this thread.

Can't tell if 34 is supposed to be young or old - wouldn't think it would be worth mentioning but then again I'm not well versed in british google girls.

Titanic does sound intriguing, please share what it ended up being.

You'll definitely need dollars for that kind of service

I always liked playing slots, although I've moved over to table games and poker more over past several year. However I have played the one armed bandits periodically over the past past several years, and this week I got extra lucky! I have never seen so many jackpots in my life As the other night in High Limit Room at Foxwoods. I saw a $1250 $2500 $4900 a 4500$ and I hit a $2000 jackpot also all over the room alarms were going Off big hits too the $4800 was only betting $5 1 credit though. My friend said in another high limit slot room a bachelor party hit $40,000 on a $100 slot playing one credit!. Should have bet max. My little degen story felt remarkable I felt like a mini Archie karas the way I ran up a bankroll from my last $140. I had already Lost $500 over many hours betting small. It was time To go home (3am) but I took $140 out of the atm. My first bet was $125 on baccarat. I won. I then hit 3 dragons within 5 hands. I was now at $900, as I only bet $5 on the bonus. All the asians were betting green on it and scored much bigger than me. Went to slots hit for $2000 then took $150 more home from the baccarat pits. Left at 4am with 2600 from
That $140. True degen evening !

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"Went to slots hit for $2000 then took $150 more home from the baccarat pits. Left at 4am with 2600 from
That $140. True degen evening !"

You're doing it wrong.

A true Degen would have took the 2600, dropped $500 at a strip club, $200 on a hooker after the strip club, another 800 loser in the slots, and spent $600 getting beat for fake coke for a small profit. Then takes $300 back the next morning trying to "get it back" and loses another 600 on top.

Nice run though!

went to vegas for a 40th birthday party, about 10-15 people were there in our group from all over USA.

I know blackjack, craps, etc are all games that you basically break even at best if you are lucky. so i go for 2 nights in vegas planning on just sticking with poker. no way am i sitting down at any other game unless its just a very little bit with friends in our group.

cliffs: lost about 2k on blackjack and roulette (which I have never in my life even considered playing besides maybe a red/black walk by bet once or twice), much of which was basically by myself. hit the credit card advance twice for a total of $50 in fees. didn't play a single hand of poker the entire trip

........... very true statement, but, is going to make the comeback HOF story for sure !!