Wait a minute. So are you telling us that Bodog used that $50 NSF as an excuse to steal the whole $40,000 from you? And they have the audacity to call fraud??? Hardly a fraud for being short for $25 on a pre-authorized deposit.

Absolutely disgusting. Not so much as a degen story as theft on the part of Bodog.

I dunno, if they don't use such a policy they leave themselves open to being freerolled by busto degens 24/7.

I once had 2k ready to buy drugs and spent the lot in bookies . felt well degen

yes it is i true story done it more then once

That sinking feeling when got no money or drugs when sitting bored pissed of not high due to some greyhound getting knocked over at first bend and seeing all your money tumble with legs in more and shouting stupid ****ing dog ( yrah like the dog stupid one)

Someone needs to get this thread back on track as it has gone to ****.

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Pretty good stories, but hardly the main "degen" theme intended by this thread.

I kind of miss those stories from the beginning, where a guy pawn a friend's clock, double his money playing roulette, bought back the clock and went home with extra money only to be greeted by his friend saying "hey, thanks for taking care of my watch" ahah

True not really degen stories but pretty interesting.

We need some degen in this thread, ASAP!!!!

wtf, either degen yourself or stfu.

It's completely normal for this thread to go quiet at times. Patience certainly outweighs "dafuq no moar gud degen stories QQ." When people beg, we get idiotic made-up ****

i ll try to write some **** i ve done, but i m quite high, so here s one..
Once I played a live tourney in a casino 50$ buy in rb/add on.. and like most times you drop out at some point.. so i didnt felt like waiting for the cash tables but hiting the slot machines. So I like always started out small putin in the less valued bills 20hrk (5$, i live in croatia).. sometimes it gets boring playing for small amounts and hopeing for small wins, so i uped the input one 200kn, 200kn.. 1000 gone. Wtf, had never lost that much on a fkn stupid game?!? That can t be. But wait. I m smarter than that. I must hit sometin if I just play long enough. It cant spin **** of nada zero nothing for 1000 spins right?! So fk it I go straight home to get the rest of my roll, about 800$.. and within half an hour I m watching my hard earnd poker 200 kuna bills yall going in da slot machine and i like just not giving a *** and waiting like a half genious (inside of myself crying) to get rich. In one moment I acctually hit sometin getin back about half of what I spent.. but nooo, I m smarter than that.. theres riches inside

I'm not sure if it was in this thread, but does anyone remember the story of the guy that loses a bunch of $$ online and in a rage he throws his laptop out his window and it hits a guy riding his bicycle?

http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/54...t-car-1167777/

Friend A: Won a WSOP circuit main 3 months ago for 190k+, but had a backer so had around 100k of it left to himself. Two months later: busto on blackjack, roulette, and baccarat.

Friend B: Was Casino Champ at a WSOP circuit about two months ago, ended up around 40k or so. Last week I see him at the New Orleans stop, he's down to what he says is like 15k or so on blackjack. I don't know if I believe he even has that much left because he was begging me and two of my buddies for like only $200 at a time.

Beat: We went to a strip club, got bjs, got chumped big time (honestly don't remember much so could have gotten robbed... just know that in them morning I had no more monies in my pockets), I didn't even bust bc of whiskey dick, I had to pay for all of it because he just straight up refused to pay me back. Live and learn I guess... never lending him money again. (-$1800)

Me: Martingaling NBA games about a month ago: 4/26 celtics -2 vs. knicks (-500), 4/26 nuggets -1.5 vs. warriors (-1000), 4/27 clippers +170 at grizzlies (-1000), 4/27 pacers (even) at hawks (-1500), 4/27 rockets -1 vs. thunder (-2250). Bye bye to $6650 in basically 24 hours or so. It got so bad that I was waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares about games and bets.

this is ~8 years ago

Brag: Won 18k in one night playing party BJ blacked out

Beat: Did the same thing the next night and lost 15k back

Variance: I was 16 years old

Can't imagine how you felt when you lost all that money

Damn, that has got to suck so bad...

You don't understand how law and business works.

Bodog is 100% in the right to confiscate the funds. They didn't "steal" $40k because that $40k would have never existed had OP not had fraudulently deposited money that didn't exist into his account...

KITN for OP not covering the back end and borrowing $50 to put in his account. That is basic bad check writing 101. You write a bad check on Saturday knowing it won't be deposited and cleared until next Wednesday giving you 4 days to put the money into your account...

Degen beat:
Paid €20k down payment to the local car dealer who imports cars from germany,
he imported thousnds of cars over the years, shortly after I paid down payment he pronounces bankrupt:

2years later: I got back €5k for now..

PS: no connections with poker, but I posted it so you guys feel better when losing few K's playing poker, it can be worse haha..

I’ve been considering whether or not to share this story here for a while. It’s not only a degen story but a tale of pure insanity, and I enjoy a decent reputation as a contributor to poker strategy discussion on this site. As a compromise, I’ve decided to register a new account and go ahead and divulge, pseudonymously. No doubt some people, friends and acquaintances, will read this story and know exactly who I am because they recognize certain details. Please don’t out me.

I was 21 years old and I was going through a pretty bad time. My girlfriend of 3 years had just left me for some older dude. I was working a fairly good job for a 21 year old but I hated it. I was just hating on life, and doing a lot of cocaine and gambling pretty often, mostly on those fixed odds touch screen roulette machines in William Hill and places like that. This is before I got into playing poker and realizing what a fool’s game that is.

Needless to say I was a losing player on those machines, and a bit of a loser in general. One weekend I was feeling particularly rough and I happened to run about £40 up to £700 or so on one of these machines. I called up my dealer right away and bought 3 grams of cocaine, and headed straight to the Empire Casino in Leicester Square, London.

In an absolutely crazy, coke fueled roulette session I had a quite incredible run of luck. I was absolutely wasted, cocaine and whiskey. I went to the toilet after every win to blow a huge line up my nose, and then back to the table. And I won a lot. After about an hour and a half, I was up to roughly £25k. Then, in an insane frenzy, figuring it was all a freeroll anyway, I put £20k on black. It came in. At this point I was on top of the ****ing world. It was the greatest buzz I ever had, and I look back on this as one of the best nights of my life. That’s pretty sad considering I was very much on my own.

I gambled a little more, not taking quite as huge shots as that last one, but I carried on and my luck pretty much continued. I was up to £70k or so at one point, and ended up leaving the casino with just under £60k. I got them to give me £2k in cash and had them wire the rest into my bank account. I paid extra for a 1 day transfer. Looking back on it, that was probably the biggest mistake of all.

This is where the story gets absolutely crazy. When I tell people they are often at a loss for words completely.

I called up my coke dealer again, and got him to sort me out with another 5 grams. I still had some left, but I didn’t want to ruin my high by risking running out. I remember meeting him and then going to a ****ty nightclub in Leicester Square. I snorted a huge line and got crazy. It was almost like a cocaine psychosis. I started absolutely buzzing, thinking to myself “I can do anything now, I have all this ****ing money and I can do anything, go anywhere.” For some reason I got the ****ing insane idea that I would go somewhere else in the world, right away. The thought of having this sudden, extreme freedom that this abundance of money brought just gave me insane rushes through my whole body. I was literally sitting in a booth, on my own, in this nightclub drinking champagne going “Woo!” as if I was the Nature Boy Ric Flair. Buzzing like a mother****er.

Also, I did have friends at this time in my life, but none of them were answering my phone calls. To be fair I didn’t start calling until 1am so most of them were asleep or felt there wasn’t much point in answering the phone because they weren’t in the mood to come out.

So I’m in this booth, sitting thinking about my next move. Suddenly I get the idea to go to Macau. I didn’t know much about it but I had watched a TV show set there a few weeks before, and I knew it was the type of place where you can get your gambol on. I was sitting there thinking about going there. It was almost like a fantasy. Then it suddenly struck me that it could easily become a reality.

It’s about 2.30 in the morning now and this ****ty R&B playing club is closing up. I drain my bottle of champers and head to the toilet for a ****ing huge poodle’s leg of a line. Woo!

Then it was straight outside and into a black cab. I told him to take me to the Hilton hotel at Heathrow airport. Even in my madness I knew that I wouldn’t be able to fly immediately. I had resolved to book into hotel near the airport and wait for my money to come through from the casino into my bank account.

I got to the hotel and checked into one of their suites, using the wages that were left in my card.

I then went upstairs to my suite and immediately opened the minibar and started racking up lines on the desk. I said to myself that I was going to sleep, but it turns out there was no way I’d be doing that. I ended up awake until 9am, when I stumbled downstairs to check the ATM to see if my money was there. It had come through. Suddenly I was seeing my bank account filled with more money than it had ever had before, the best part of £58k. Nice.

I used a computer in the hotel’s business centre to book my flights to Hong Kong. First class of course, on Cathay Pacific. £6k down. Then 3 nights in the Venetian. There goes another £4k. Of course that would pale in insignificance to what happened later on.

I checked out of the hotel and headed to the airport terminal. I caught sight of myself in the mirror before I left and I wasn’t a pretty sight. At this point I hadn’t slept for about 24 hours, and I’d been drinking and partying the whole time. I still felt amazing though, thanks to all the cocaine I’d been relentlessly shoveling up my hooter.

I decided I needed some new clothes to take the edge off my unsightly appearance. I bought a full outfit from Hugo Boss in the terminal, complete with a rather fetching pair of shades. I got changed into it in the “mother and baby” toilets, of course taking another huge line off the baby changing table. Classy, and even more classily I left my stinking old clothes stuffed into the nappy bin. Suddenly I looked pretty cool, with the shades effectively hiding how I’d decimated myself.

I still had just under 4 grams of cocaine, and I decided that I’d be bold and take it past security so I could enjoy it on the other side and while on the plane. I had no intention of taking the coke past customs in Hong Kong, I wasn’t that stupid. I just reasoned that the British authorities would be less concerned with drugs getting out of the country than in, so I’d be pretty safe.

I still wanted to take every precaution though, so I went to Boots (a drug store) and bought a packet of condoms. I then went to a different branch of Boots, and bought some Vaseline. You know what’s coming next. I put those bad boys into a condom, greased up my arse nice and good, and shoved it home. Not my proudest moment.

As a first class passenger I had premium security access so I sailed through, and straight into the First Class lounge. There was plenty of free booze, and I needed a bit of powder to go with it. So I went into the toilet there and extracted my goodies from their ****ty prison. I didn’t even bother to wash my hands before I racked up another line. Woo!

It was Champagne time again, and I whiled away the hour or so until take off with multiple glasses and multiple honks of chalk. I’d love to tell you that I reflected on the circumstances that brought me to this point, but that wasn’t quite the case. I was running on a heady mix of cocaine and adrenaline, and reflection wasn’t really on the menu. Champagne, however, was.

At this point I’d been drinking for a long time, and even the coke wasn’t really holding me up as much as it was before. I was getting really tired and starting to feel quite bizarre. I was managing to keep up an appearance of being in control of myself, but full control was starting to elude me.

I made my way onto the plane. Now, I don’t know if any of you have flown first class on Cathay Pacific before, but it is a truly superlative experience. Every whim (almost) is taken care of by a beautiful harem of Chinese girls. My whims involved booze, and this is the point when things get really hazy in the memory. I can sort of remember boarding the flight, but everything after that is a bit blurry.

The next thing I know I’m being woken up by one of these beauties. I’m lying back fully, underneath a duvet, in this comfortable cocoon of a bed. At this point I am deeply confused. I thought I was in my bedroom, at home. It was quite a surprise when I realized I was actually 20,000 feet above the earth, a couple of hours from landing in Hong Kong. “Can I get you some breakfast sir?” I nodded my assent and then tried to get my bearings. The events of the previous few days came back to me, and I was almost in a blind panic. I couldn’t ****ing believe I was on a first class flight to Macau. For one thing I was supposed to be at work.

There was an even more horrible realization. I felt a bit damp, around the old crotch. Infact you might say I was soaking. I had completely pissed myself. In the worst possible situation. My head was thumping, my sinuses were absolutely ravaged from the Charlie, I felt like hell, I had just blown a fortune, and I had pissed myself. Fortunately the dark suit trousers didn’t give away the fact that I had urinated all over myself, so that was one thing. Sadly I had to endure the chafing of the damp Italian wool until it dried, leaving me smelling faintly like a hobo as I traipsed through Hong Kong.

I knew what would cheer me up though. I felt in my pocket for the coke. Fortunately I’d put it in my wallet, so I hadn’t pissed all over it. It was still there. I went to the toilet for a little nasal pick me up, and then rattled into the breakfast. Of course I’d ordered a few more drinks, and by the time we landed at Hong Kong I had a pretty good buzz on again, assisted by the coke. Sadly it was time to land, and I had to say goodbye to the rest of my stash. I did a couple of massive lines in the ample first class washroom, and chucked the rest down the toilet pan. I felt pretty sure I’d be able to recharge in Macau so I wasn’t too worried.

Again I sailed through security in the premium lane, and got into Hong Kong airport. I’d never been outside of Europe before so this was a real adventure, specifically the circumstances.

Now, as all true ballers know, there are two ways to get from Hong Kong to Macau – boat….and helicopter. I’m not a true baller so I had no idea about this, but I asked someone at tourist information at the airport and they told me those were my options. Obviously I went for the chopper.

I got a cab to the helicopter terminal and I noticed it happened to be in the same building as the ferry terminal. For one second, I had second thoughts about paying 10x more for a chopper. Just for a second.

The flight to Macau was quick, and I was buzzing. As we sailed above Hong Kong I thought. “This is it. I’ve turned my life around now. I don’t need that bitch (my ex) I’m better than all of them, look at me for ****s sake.” Just crazy, ego stuff. I figured I’d double my money on the trip and go back to London a rich man.

We landed and I got a cab to the Venetian, checked in, and slept. Again I had a confusing wake up, wondering where the **** I was. It was 11pm. I decided to go out and get my gambol on, but first I wanted to take care of business.

Finding cocaine was impossible in Macau. Full on impossible. I asked dozens of people and they had no idea. In the end I just gave up and decided to hit the tables…and the bottle.

Whiskey was my drink of choice this round, and I imbibed it liberally. I used my debit card to get 100k HKD of chips, which was around £11k or so. That went pretty quick, on baccarat and roulette. Then I did it again. And again. And again.

Within about 4 hours I was practically busto. I estimated that I had around £2k left in my account. The feeling was absolutely devastating. I cried in the toilets in the Venetian like a little baby. I just wanted to go home. The emptiness inside me was unbearable. I was being hit full force by an insanely brutal cocaine comedown, and I’d lost all my money.

The next few days in Macau were sheer torture. I gambled a little and lost even more of my pittance. The opulence of my surroundings was completely lost on me. I was more crushingly miserable than I have ever been in my life. I missed my ex so much. I even called her from my hotel suite. I told her I was in Macau. She said “I’m sick of your lies, leave us alone.” and hung up. I cried more.

I slept a lot, ate some food, and drank a bit too to numb the pain. It was time to go home and I had just under £1000 left, from nearly £60k a few nights before. And I was in Macau. And I was so, so very alone.

At the airport I tried to get the Cathay Pacific desk to downgrade my first class flight home to economy. I thought maybe they could put me in cattle class and give me a few grand back. No dice, of course. I would have to just try and “enjoy” the luxury experience. It didn’t really take the edge off my misery, or help me forget how stupid I’d been, but least I didn’t piss myself this time.

I got home and called my boss. I’d been absent from work for 3 days now. I told him I’d gotten into a car accident. He immediately smelled bull****. So I told him the truth. He didn’t believe the truth either, and said I’d already been fired in my absence. I’d been acting erratically anyway since my GF left me and this “debacle” (his words) was the final straw.

It was, perhaps, the lowest I have ever been.

Fast forward to today and I have a much better time of it. This was nearly five years ago and I have almost forgotten it. Typing it all out tonight helped a bit to put it behind me once and for all. I don’t do coke anymore and I only drink in moderation. I’m a pretty decent poker player too, and I have a good job that I actually enjoy, and a girlfriend who loves me.

I sometimes think about how I could have spent that £58k better, but if I hadn’t been such a ****ed up idiot in the first place I wouldn’t have had it.

And I still have that black Hugo Boss suit, although it was a few months before I drycleaned the piss out of it.

Good story.

That is an amazing story. Would read again!

Confirmed degen. Great story.

About the only thing missing in that story is prostitutes.

and it's surprising they were absent considering he was getting over a breakup.

That was truly Degen

Absolutely incredible story

This was a great read! Thank you.

epic story and experience for just £40