Good stuff, bollocks. I have a couple stories in that department too. I couldve never taken so much X as to trade $500 for a lousy handjob though, LOL.

Well the guy thought he was a great pool player but really he sucked. Plus I was used to that table which had a wicked roll to the left at one end. He not only thought he would win the $500 bet he thought if he lost he would pull the money out the ATM. I have no doubt he did actually have money and had just reached his daily ATM limit, so he never thought his girl would have to actually come through with the hand job. Interested to hear any storys you have as well.

OK so as i have been writing these storys a piece of my mind has been unlocked and all the craziness I had filed away deep in my brain has resurfaced. I just remembered another crazy one and one of my few dealings with the cops. I am not looking for people to judge me nor am i looking for praise. Most of what i did back then was stupid and I wouldnt encourage anyone to do half the stuff I did back then. With that being said I did get some good storys out of it.

This took place many years ago when I was living in North Hollywood CA. I was renting a house with my good friend Kien and his GF Therese. I had just bought a Range Rover. It was used and about 5 years old but at the time it was the nicest car I had owned. I hadnt even got insurance on it yet.
My partner in crime Sean who you all know from my other storys was in town from San Fran visiting us. We had been out all night at some underground club pounding down the usual combo of pills, GHB and weed. On these nights out there was never alcohol involved. None of us used to drink back then, not even a beer every now and again. That was the one thing we didnt do. I was there with Kien, Therese, Sean and 2 of Therese's cute girl friends. It looked pretty much a sure thing that Sean and I would hook up with the 2 girls and it was just a question of if each of us would have them both. We were back at the house with house music blaring and we were doing special K and cap fulls of GHB. The mix of all the drugs had us all feeling like we were floating around the living room.
Now for those of you that havent done GHB its a funny drug. Do the right amount and you feel a combination of euphoria mixed with a kind of drunk feeling but without the slurring or sloppiness. It also makes you horny as hell and turns you into superman in the bedroom. However take just a little bit too much and you pass out for 30-60 mins. You wake up from a G nap as its called with no grogginess wide awake as if you just slept a full night.
After 3-4 hours (it could of been less or more i was pretty F up) everyone started crashing out and I grabbed one of the girls Sunshine (yes that was her real name shes from the Philippines) and went to my room. After pounding her GHB style for about 40 mins we stopped and just lay there still buzzing pretty hard. She suggested we do another cap of G so I went to grab it. Now GHB or G as we call it tastes really bad. Salty and disgusting. You HAVE to have a chaser. I grabbed what was left of some OJ and we each did a cap. After about 20 mins it wasnt hitting me and she was feeling great so I did another cap. After doing the 2nd cap the OJ had run out and so had my cigarettes. I told Sunshine I would be right back and I would run to the 7-11 which was less then a mile away.
I hopped in my car and headed for 7-11. I went in picked up a few things of juice, 2 packs of smokes, more Trojans and a few snacks. I paid and went back to the car. No sooner as i got in the car I felt the G kicking in and I remember clearly thinking ****, I need to get home fast!! Luckily the 7-11 was less then a mile from my house and i just needed to go down the street and turn left onto my street. As I pulled out of 7-11 i remember the G hitting me stronger and stronger and as I turned down my street I remember thinking i hope i can make it one more block. Then I blacked out.......

Next thing I remember im coming to however my eyes were still closed. I could hear the engine running and could feel the car moving. In a split second i realized i was still driving and started slamming on my breaks. As i continued to snap out of my G nap I remember hearing a voice saying hey buddy you ok? and as I opened my eyes i saw i was handcuffed in the back of a cop car. I was slamming my foot against the supposed breaks which was the floor of the cop car thinking i was driving, and doing this made a noise that made the cop in the passenger seat turn around to see if i was ok.
Now the funny thing with G is one minute your passed out or rolling around wasted however once you snap out of it you can be dead sober in just a couple of minutes. North Hollywood has its own police station and that was only about 2-3 miles from my house. I said nothing to the cop and he turned around to face the front again. About 2-3 mins into the drive I was now fully awake and dead sober. I knew I had to think fast as this could get really bad. Problem was I wasnt even really sure what had happened. Did i crash, did i wreck the car? did i hit someone? As we pulled into the station i was fully awake and alert, which was already surprising to the 2 cops considering how they found me less then 5 mins before. As they opened the car door for me to get out I said to the cop I want you guys to give me a breathalyzer test right now please. I knew they obviously assumed i was drunk as thats how i must of looked passed out in my truck with puke all over me. I told the cop I had dental surgery a few days before and that I had been given pain medication. I told them I had had just taken a Vicodin and had gone to the store to pick up some snacks. I told the cop that on my drive home from the 7-11 I remember feeling dizzy and thats all I remembered. I asked him what happened and said please tell me I didnt hurt anyone or crash into anyone. As the cop led me to the breathalyzer he told me that I had gone off the road and ended up resting against the front door belonging to the house just 3 doors away from my house. He had looked out his window and saw my car blocking the front door and when he came out the house saw me passed out at the wheel with puke all over me. He had called the cops and they had taken me away. As the neighbor knew I lived 3 doors down the cop had gone and knocked on the door and woken Sean up. Incredibly he actually convinced the cop to let him drive the car 3 doors down and park it at my house I think because no one had got hurt and there was no damage.
By this time the cop was thoroughly confused. Here was this clean cut white kid that looked like he was completely drunk out of his mind 10 mins before and was now completely sober, alert and well spoken. Of course i passed the breathalyzer test hands down as that was the one thing I didnt have in my system. About 25 mins later after showing the cop the place in my mouth I had had a wisdom tooth pulled and offering him the tel number of my dentist to prove I had a legal script for Vicodin the cop took off the handcuffs and actually drove me back to my house a couple of miles down the street. By the time I got home everyone in the house had been woken up and they were all sitting around the living room discussing how much trouble I must be in and wondering how long I would be in jail. You should of seen the look on their faces when I walked into the living room covered in puke less then one hour after being passed out in the back of a cop car.

Amazingly this was one of only a few run ins with cops i had in my life. I guess I was really lucky with everything I did not to ever go to jail.

That's why I don't do GHB, too dangerous with that subtle difference in dosage possibly making you pass out.

Even here in Holland there have been campaigns coming from party organizers to fight the usage, since at one point 90% of the drug related incidents were from GHB.

yeh there was a stage in LA where people were passing out left right and center as its easy to lose track of how much you did or how long ago. I havent done it for years now. I always preferred it for sex then clubs.

Discovered baccarat a year ago. Busted my 5dimes account to the tune of $15,000 in about 20 minutes. 100 on bank, player. 200 on bank, player. 300 on bank, player. 1000 on bank, player. Life tilt ensues. Proceed to bet between 1-5k a hand on bank because player can't win every F###ing hand amirite? On my first $5000 bet (which would have gotten me ahead ~1k) player has a 0 and bank a 1. Of course bank draws a 9 for a tie. Crawl into bed with that all to familiar feeling of disgust, anxiety and disbelief. Standard night IMO

Played bac at casino which offers a dragon bonus (gets paid depending on how many points you win by) winning by 9 points pays 30 to 1. Was betting the dragon all night, decided to color up before leaving. After coloring up I had 3 black left. Bet 100 on bank and 100 on dragon. Lose. Bet my last 100 on bank, resisting the urge to break a purple chip (500) to bet dragon. Bank wins by 9. In my twisted mind I didn't just win 100, I lost 3000. Proceed to bet every newly acquired purple and walk out broke within 10 minutes. Didn't have enough gas to get home and needed to call AAA to have them bring me gas. I am degen.

Those other stories are "better" in terms of entertainment value, but yours just gets me right in the chest. Ugh. Pure degen with no flash. GL

^ flash is overrated. Leaving the casino tonight I pass by a nickel slot machine that I have previously won the max free spins (50) twice. Up ~500 from bac, decide to put $100 in. Max bet 4.50, lose the 100 pretty fast. Dump all profit from bac plus another 400. GG twin river, you win again.

Wow, loving these stories lately.

lol... I just left Twin River myself.. Have to lay low from Mohegan for a bit, someone dropped a dime on me last night there. They sent a security squad after me, but I managed to escape after fleeing on foot and hiding out in the woods for 30 mins, till the getaway(to Foxwoods) car arrived.. I managed to book a small win at TR tonight though. Lucky me.. Anyways, GO MAYWEATHER!

Pm me next time you gonna be there. Your thread is great, would like to hear some stories first hand.

As I am writing these storys I get a huge wave of excitement as I remember vividly all these situations. Maybe its because my life now is so normal that a piece of me still craves that excitement of not knowing what tomorrow could bring. With that being said heres another one.

I was still living in the valley with my friend Kien and his GF Therese. My friend Sean had moved down to LA and we had moved into a much bigger house in Valley Village. We were still way involved in the underground club scene and every weekend was filled with clubs, drugs and girls. A friend of ours came over one day with a flier for something called The Camel cruise. As I read the flier I saw this was a 3 day cruise on a big cruise ship leaving from FL port and sailing around the Bahamas. There was going to be DJ's around the clock culminating with a last night party on a beach in the Bahamas. This was a no brainer and i knew we were going. The whole thing was being promoted by a couple of German guys that were given a huge amount of money by Camel cigarettes to throw a huge party and just get the name Camel out there. Making money on the event was not important, what was important was making it an event to remember. Creating an unforgettable event when theres no money issues is not hard to do.
The event was pretty cheap. Under $1k if i remember right. What was going to be expensive was the long list of drugs we were going to need to make this the crazy trip it deserved to be. I remember laying all the drugs out on the bed the day before we left and thinking to myself now thats a lot of drugs. I had 100 hits of EX, a liter of GHB, an ounce of Shrooms, an ounce of weed, 10 grams of coke and 3.5 grams of special K. We divided everything up into 3 so that kien, Sean and myself would share the responsibility and risk of getting it on the boat. The next day we flew to Miami and took a cab from the airport to the port.
We got to our dock and they were not letting anyone on yet. People were arriving and we got a chance to see the group we would be sailing with. There was people from all over the US and even people from Europe that had flown in for the event. As it was getting boring waiting to board i pulled out the bag of Shrooms and stuffed a stem in both Seans and Kiens mouth. i then took 2 more stems and started to chew on them. I will never get used to the taste of Shrooms. they taste like the **** they grow on. About 30 mins later they were starting to kick in and thats right when we were told that customs would be searching everyones bags as they boarded. It was almost comical watching literally hundreds of people stuffing bags down their pants and in their bras. Our were already well hidden down our pants as we were all pretty used to taking drugs around with us everywhere. Boarding was really slow but it helped that we were by now tripping our brains out and bursting out laughing at almost anything. When it was our turn to board the customs guys started looking through our bags. As we really only had a small bag each it didnt take long. We were waved through and shown to our cabin.

Now I can only imagine our cabin was normally used for staff of the boat. It was a cabin the size of a walk in closet with two bunk beds in it and just a small walkway in between them. The small bathroom to the side of the cabin was bigger then the cabin. We left our bags in the cabin, popped 2 hits of ex each and washed it all down with a cap of GHB. We then went on deck to watch the boat set sail. As they closed the walkway and the boat started moving we suddenly heard a huge boom which was the 808 bass coming from speakers that were positioned all over the deck. The sound was amazing and was bouncing off the ship. A huge crowd was already gathering on the main deck and when we walked over there we could see a DJ booth set up over the deck and a DJ already spinning. As it was a hot summer day most people were already in swim shorts and the girls showing off their goods in bikini's.
A lot of the trip is a blur as each of us consumed enough drugs to paralyze an elephant. I do remember lots of hooking up, great DJ's playing great house music and an all round fantastic vibe. I do however remember the staff and captains looks of contempt for us as hundreds of drug crazed kids danced around their boat 24-7.

Two days in we docked at an island in the Bahamas. It was about 7pm and there was shuttle buses waiting on the dock. As the locals and people on dock watched 400 sleep deprived drug crazed kids spill off the boat and fill up the shuttles you could tell they werent all happy we had invaded their tranquil island. The shuttle ride was about 40 mins and everyone was getting a little impatient towards the end mostly due to the lack of loud music that we had grown used to the last 2 days. We finally arrived on a large sectioned off area of the beach and the promoters had done an amazing job setting up different areas for different DJ's playing as well as chill out areas to relax. The music was already bumping when we arrived and the promoters had let a large amount of locals into the party to join us. The mood was great and so was the music. Everyone was having a great time. Sean and I were wondering around looking for Kien when we saw him talking to one of the locals. As we walked up to them the guy Kien was talking to handed me a big joint. I took a big hit and as I blew out felt a huge rush. DAM!! I know what that is. In LA we call that a Primo which is a joint laced with coke (powder or rocked up) The guy smiled and said this was an island special and welcome to the Bahamas. I had heard of course that the Bahamas was used as a major smuggling route to bring coke into the US. That meant it must be cheap and pure there as it hadnt yet been stepped on or marked up ten fold. About 30 mins later me Sean and Kien were sitting by ourselves and Sean had a great idea. Lets leave the party and go find some Coke!
Now at the time this seemed like a good idea but looking back 3 kids in the middle of the night on some island in the Bahamas looking for coke is just asking for trouble.

I had the idea to ask a cab driver as I know in Vegas or NY those guys can hook you up with anything. We walked out the venue and and right near where the buses dropped us we saw a sign saying Taxi. Now the word Taxi in the Bahamas has a slightly looser meaning then LA or Vegas. Basically a Taxi out there is a guy with a car. There was two so called Taxi's there and the first one in line was a complete beat up old Toyota that must of been at least 15 years old. The driver was very friendly and said welcome to the Bahamas. Are you going back to the boat? We said yes but we wanted to drive around a bit first and see the island. The driver said no problem and after we were all in he pulled away. The car smelled old and musty. The driver tried to make some loose small talk. Not really worrying about this guy being a cop Kien just came right out and asked the guy if he knew where we could buy coke. The guy smiled and said of course man, this is the Bahamas. How much do you want. We told the guy if he gets us $300 worth we will give him an extra $100 for himself plus the fare. The guy seemed happy and pulled out a phone and called someone. He told the guy on the phone that he had picked up 3 American kids from a party and that he was bringing us over to them as we wanted to keep the party going. If I had been alert I would of probably realized there was no need for this guy to tell the person he was speaking to there he was with 3 American kids and to be ready for us. Dont forget of course this was day 3 for us with basically no sleep and a ton of EX, shrooms and weed. We figured a bunch of coke was the only way we were going to make it home. When we got in the cab we were beachfront and there was nice restaurants and shops right in view. However as we drove I noticed the area had really changed and we were now driving through a very residential area that had little if any street lighting. All of a sudden i had a bad feeling and i asked the driver how much further it was and where were we going? The driver assured me we were just a few minutes away and as we looked out the car windows we could see we were basically driving through funking shanty town. There was huts and crudely built small houses and structures although we could barely see as there was only one street light per block it seemed. All 3 of us now were quiet and all of a sudden the idea didnt seem as good. I told the driver i didnt realize how late it was and that the boat was leaving, and we didnt have enough time so can he turn around and take us back. He said it was just one more block and not to worry he knew a short cut on the way back. If we were thinking straight we would of grabbed this guy in a choke hold from behind him while it was three on one and force him to turn around. Problem was we were not thinking straight and i couldnt decide if i was just being sketchy and imagining all this from the shrooms. All of a sudden the driver pulled into a driveway and turned the car off. He then turned around and asked me for the $300. As I gave it to him he asked me if I wanted a really good deal. He said he would get me 2 ounces for $1000 and did i have $1000 on me. I should of straight away said I dont have that much on me but instead i stupidly said can we see what its like first. The guy agreed, took my $300 and then told us to wait in the car while he went inside the shack we were parked in front of. He then pulled the keys out the engine got out and walked down the driveway. About 40-50 feet down the driveway was a junked out shell of a car. He turned around it and was out of sight. Now as wasted as we were even we knew now this was no joke. We could be killed and buried out here and no one would know or care. We were two white kids and an Asian kid sitting in a car in the middle of the slums in the Bahamas trying to buy Coke! I told Sean and Kien that I had a bad feeling and that we should get out the car and just stand at the back of the car as if we got out to smoke. They both agreed and we all got out and stood leaning against the trunk of the car smoking cigarettes. To this day I think my idea to get out the car saved our lives. About 5 minutes went by and about 50-60 feet down the path we heard a noise and I could see people coming towards us. At that point I didnt know how many but I could see at least 4. As the one leading them came around the junk car I could see a baseball bat in his right hand that he was tring to hide by carrying it close to his right leg. If it hadnt of been one of those aluminum bats I might not of seen it. I yelled to Sean and Kien hes got a bat run and we took off up the street. I could hear footsteps chasing us and knew we only had about a 40-50 feet head start. We had absolutely no idea where we were and the area was really scary. Now on top of this we were still tripping our brains out on shrooms. I think the fear helped give us adrenalin and we kept running even though a few blocks up the road there was no one chasing us. We had no idea if they were giving up or they were going to chase us by car. We decided we needed to hide for at least to make sure. On the next block I saw a large skip container (or thats what its called in England anyway) It was taller then us and had tons of wood, old boxes and trash in it. Scared for our lives we jumped in and covered ourselves. I actually emptied out a contractor bag tore it open and put it over me. Im sure we were not well hidden and if someone looked in the skip they would probably see us. We were counting on the fact that while we were running we changed streets a couple of times to hopefully lose them if they followed us. We stayed in the skip over 2 hours till the sun was coming up and it started to get light out. We were praying the ship would do a head count and not leave without us. It was around 6-6.30 AM when we climbed out and started walking up the street. There was not a soul around and the area was still sketchy as hell however by now it was lighter out and we had sobered up. About 15 minutes later we heard a car coming towards us and as it got closer I could see there was a woman driving with a kid in the passenger seat. I literally stepped in front of the car and waved her to stop. She rolled her window down an inch and asked what we were doing. I cant imagine how we looked or what she must of thought as we couldnt stand out more there without dressing in drag. I pulled $400 out my pocket and told her if she would take us to the dock this was hers. She eyed the money but seemed like she didnt want us to get in her car. Kien pulled out $200 more and that did the trick. We pilled in and on the way to the dock we told her what happened except we changed the story to that we were looking for weed instead of coke (as if that would matter to her lol) She told us that we were really lucky to not be killed and that where she picked us up from is the worst area on the island and that people are killed every night there over drugs.We got to the dock which is where all the cruise ships leave from. As we were all sober we had the idea to throw away everything we had left in our pockets in case we were searched getting back on the boat. There was a massive search going on for us by then. Everyone had got back to the boat several hours before and the head count had showed we were missing. Cars had been sent back to where the party was and the local police had already been informed. The captain was furious with us as they were late to set sail. The cops at the dock not believing that we had gone sightseeing searched us hard. We got back to the cabin exhausted and slept nearly the whole way back to FL.

I have some great pics of the party on the cruise if someone can show me how to post them.

posted twice ever and that was years ago but i have a story i want to tell.

About two years ago I lived at a frat house and one of the roommates had an adderall perscription. He is a great guy and shares the wealth and I would take full advantage. At the time I played for pennies on carbon but would always blow it at BJ. Then one day I discovered mini roulette. About a week later im in the middle of a 48 hour adderall bender and I am in a weird zone. I could literally see the future I was so high (we also smoked ****loads of weed and I was by far the biggest abuser of drugs in general at the house of 8 people). So seeing as how I am invincible and can see the future I knew it would be a great idea to bet my $20 roll on one number at mini roulette. Boom. This pays 11-1 so I have $240 now, more than Ive had since preBF. But is it enough? Fudge no.
I place a few more $20 bets and lose down to $140. Okay ill bet $50 and if I lose Ill be done up $50. Boom. Im at $690. But is it enough? Never. A few losing bets later I get another winner. Now at $1100 or so. A few losers later I bet $100 and win. Very next roll I bet $200 and win. 20 minutes after I started I turned my $20 into $4600. I walk away from the computer.
Sitting in my smoke room I am smoking a cigarette feeling like a god. Nothing can stop me. I can withdraw $2500 and still have enough to play some NL100. This is going to change my life.

But wait. Im just a few hundred away from a nice even $5000. No one wants a ****ty $4600 when they could have $5000!!!

Still in this future seeing zone I know what I am walking into but im too high to do anything about it. $200 max bet. Lose. One more same number. Lose. One more same number. Lose. This is the moment the grip gets me. Holy **** I gotta get that money back. Lose. Lose. Lose. Lose. Lose. Lose. Just as quickly as I had won all that money it was all gone. I made three more $20 deposits to try to get it back. Luckily carbon had a daily max amount of deposits otherwise I would have busted my life roll of about $700. The entire thing took about 20 min. It's 5am and I am on too much drugs to sleep.
I go to a 24hr dunkin donuts and stare out the window for hours.

After a day or two I decide I need to tell people so I can get over it. They all gave the same piece of brilliant advice, "you shouldve cashed out". Only one friend of mine understands and when I told him the advice everyone had for me he said, "how could you stop? you couldve won $55,000!" I knew i could count on him.

About two weeks go by and nothing really has changed. Im on another bender and am ready to try my hand at mini roulette again. $20 bet. Boom. A few small losses the Boom. About $500. A few more small losses then Boom. Im at $1760. This time I know the gameplan, get to $4600 and cash out, but somehow I couldnt win from then on and I ended up back at zero. I tried to follow everyones advice this time, at least.

Awesome stories sir. MOAR please

^^yea...def need pics

jesus that bahamas story is scrary af, could picture that being in a movie even

I bought a joint in Bahamas once. Snuck off to a rote area to smoke it. But it turned out it was only tobacco lol

We were complete idiots and really lucky to not be dead.
I'll wait to see if people like the last 3 storys and if they do i'll write another that involves me, two kids i thought were friends, a book of acid (10k hits) and a 9mm gun. This was the only time I have had a gun pointed at me and I was lucky enough to have it happen twice in 20 mins by different people.

Obviously interested in more stories. Don't make us beg

obv give us moaarrrrrrrr, it's monday we need some "feelgood" stories

You can upload the pictures on this site, bollocks: http://imgur.com/

Then paste the ''BBCode (message boards & forums)'' in here and it's done.

OK ill write another. This time ill try to think of a funny one before i delve right back into the dark side of my former life.

Where's the pics?

are these stories for real?

Some of them are so hard too believe

and some of them are in such detail I cant believe how someone remebers such details about events that happened in the non-immediate past.

are we being levelled aka people posting bull**** stories.

I love the stories though, keep em coming!

[x] I just put a damper on the mood of this thread

Nah, I was thinking the same thing. Tbh, idc if they are real or fake. They are entertaining to read and I like his writing style. Since he mentioned he had pics he definitely has to upload them imo.