Ffs, I typed up a super long story and hit 'back' by accident.
I'll skip the rest of the story and jump right into it. I was playing poker with the guys I played with before my buddy Jack introduced me to. Half of them were drug dealers, the other half... drug users? Lol, anyways, nice group of guys.
We were playing 5/5, I bought in for $400, which was all I had on me. We're playing 7 handed, very first hand I pick up AKss in the big blind. Every single person limps, and the SB min-raises to $10. I threw in $75, tilted he min raised so the table would go around again, taking forever. Everyone folds to the SB, who proceeds to basically min-raise.
"For **** sakes," I thought. Coolered already? Doesn't matter. I shove, and before I can announce all in the SB yells "CALL!!!!!!"
He slams 55 on the table like they were two black aces. The flop comes 845, drawing dead to a chop. He starts yelling again...
"No ace!"
"No ace!"
"No king!"
"Dude, I'm dead..."
The turn was a blank and he is ecstatic. "YES!!!!!"
I was tilted as all **** that he was cheering no ace when I was dead. Even more tilted that I swore he had KK or some**** when he snap calls the shove and slams his hand down.
Down $400 and tilted as ****, I get someone to drive me to the liquor store, as I'd already had a few today. I head to a bank to pick up more cash, and figure out my limit is $2,000. Head to the liquor store and pick up a ton of booze.
I lose $1,500 pretty quickly, no one is folding, and one guy is just steamrolling the entire table. I start pounding back tequila, and win up to $4,000 from my last $500. We've been playing forever at this point, and we're down to three handed. We decide to switch to $5/10 at this point. I build my stack up to $5,000. At this point the third player quits, me and this big dude are heads-up, and I'm drunk. At this point it gets ******ed, I run like absolute dog****.
I lose $2,000 when I pick up KK in the BB. He limps, I raise to $60. Flop is K58. I bet $100. He calls. Turn is a 3c, bringing in a back door flush draw, and I bet $250. River is a 2c. I bet the pot, and he calls... with 69cc. Hit runner runner flush. I am pissed and getting drunk on raging tilt. I made a remark about him setting up the deck because he dealt. In hindsight I'm super lucky he didn't take it too bad, the remark was def over the line, I don't think he was cheating. Plus he looked like someone who would stomp me out on a bad day.
He tossed me the deck and said I can deal it all if I thought he was cheating. I start dealing all of the hands. I go broke when I get it all in on 910Jss, I had Q8, and he had 78 of spades. Turn was a spade. I borrow $1,000 off of Jack. Lose it. Another $1,000. Lose it. Another $1,000. Lose it alllll. I get $3,000 on credit, Jack vouches for me.
At this point everyone is drunk as ****, and I offer to rotate dealing, I hate dealing. He doesn't want to deal either. I shuffle, he cuts.. I deal and look down at QQ. I raise to $50. He 3bets to $150. I 4-bet to $650. He thinks forever when he offers me a deal. He said he is going to fold, unless we can both put in $1,000 and deal out the board. I have never heard of this before, and it confused the **** out of me. He said if we don't do the deal he's gonna fold. I accept the deal.
I flip up my QQ and he looks embarrassed as hell, doesn't want to show. Whatever. The flop is K77. He tells me get ready to take it. Turn 4, river 4. I look at him and he looks ready to just muck it before he yells "OH, ****!"
He sheepishly turns over J4. Jack ****ing four. At this point I have no idea what I'm down, like $7 or $8k and I feel visibly flustered. I tell him **** it, I'm done, this is bull****.
At this point I owe the guy $1,000, because I had $3,000 on credit and lost a grand the first hand. I told him I would pay him first thing tomorrow, or even tonight if he had EMT. He told me to just wait, and asked if I wanted to do flips. I say **** that, I'm down a ton, there's no point I'll only get angrier. He offers another deal. One flip for $5,000, and I start off with AQ of spades. Simple enough, but I'm getting drunk and don't realize what he said at first.
I decline, but then I think what would Phil Gordon do. There's no way even that nit would ever decline a flip with that much equity. I accepted then. I get AQ of spades, and we have one of the women there shuffle, cut, deal. He has K8, and the flop is QKx. He holds.
Hoooly **** what the **** am I doing with my life, jesus christ. Ugh at this point I'm literally just slamming tequila. I ask Jack if he knows where to get blow, and he points to the guy right next to me. I ask him for a ball and tell him I'll pay him tmrw asap.
I must have looked reeeally pathetic or something, because he told me to "just have it bro," as long as I shared it. I told him nah I'd pay for it tomorrow, and he said again that it was free, as he was up in the game. At this point I felt like a bill perkins level fish, even though I felt like I ran like dog****. I owe this guy $6,000 tomorrow.
Just then the big dude offers another flip. For $10,000. Same deal, I get AQ of spades. I decline. I'm just down way, way too much. The big dude I lost to, Josh, flips someone else. Josh loses. This gets the degen juices flowing.
I start looking for some cosmic signs around the room. A sign straight from jesus christ himself to get me mostly out of this ****ing hole. The hottest chick in the room was wearing a tank top with a heart on it. That's it, **** spades... it's all about those hearts. I tell him if I get AQ of hearts he has a deal. If I lose I'll pay him in bitcoin before I drive off a bridge. That got some nervous laughter.
We set it up, and I'm dealing this time. I get AQ of hearts, shuffle, cut, deal. He turns over 99. Pocket ****ing nines. The whole night starts replaying in my head. I feel like the whole time I've been looking for degen signs that this guy is actually jesus christ himself. His name even starts with J. Plus he offers me all these weird ****ing deals like just going in for $1,000, and beating me with J4. These flips where I start out with AQ. This guy is literally some weird gambling wizard here to beat me the **** down.
"ARE YOU ****ING KIDDING ME?!" The whole room is tense. I start with AQ of hearts and this guy gets 99 like phil ****in hellmuth about to beat my ass headsup for a bracelet.
I deal out the flop, 9-10-J two hearts. I feel just sick to my stomach. I put the deck down and set up lines for whoever wants one, and a nice little iceberg for myself. I do it, and honestly just can't deal the cards. I ask someone to deal it, and no one wants to deal it. Jack, nope. Josh, nope. The girl who was dealing earlier, nope. No one wanted to crush my soul.
We sit around forever, before the girl with the heart tank top steps up. Omgggg, at this point I'm sweating and I feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack. It's like the universe is just ****ing with me. I switched to hearts because of her shirt and now she wants to deal. My heart is beating out of my chest from half blow, half straight up adrenaline. I hate this feeling so much, yet I get myself into this situation all of the time it seems.
She burns and turns a K. BINK!!! I hit my straight. My heart starts beating even faster. No board pair, no board pair. River is a heart. BOOOOOOOOM! I'm freaking out, cheering, high fiving everyone, ****in ecstaaaatic. I make the joke I have a straight flush cause I hit the straight and flush. I spill blow everywhere, before sitting back down. Josh then pipes up and says wait, you didn't burn before the river.
Bull****. There's no ****ing way. There's two cards in the burn pile. She didn't burn. My heart sank to my feet, and I was just caught with this overwhelming dread. I felt like I was in a bull**** James Bond hand, and they forgot to burn... only to re-deal it and the villain hits their magic card.
Everyone stands around as the river is placed into the burn pile, and she deals a new river card. She deals the river, and it's another brick.
VAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I won the $10k flip and knew phil gordon would be proud. I used to delude myself into thinking I could become some sort of live poker pro and keep all my vices in check, but thats a pipe dream. I went to my first meeting last night. It is an AA/GA mix. I don't think it was for me, it was too preachy and religion oriented.
I'll post the rest of this story tomorrow with some pics, it's where it all ties together. This was just the degen poker part, the rest is all the fun.
Last edited by Crackillac; 12-02-2017 at 04:57 AM.