Originally Posted by ReGen
So, today I bet...
...no, **** betting. Who gives a ****, **** off to some ****ing sportsbetting thread.
So just to liven it up a bit. I was around 22-23 years of age and basically alcoholic, I really loved drinking and gambling. I could play poker until the fourth beer or so, then the degen tilt took over. But whatever.
Wake up hungover as **** on a Saturday. Stumble to the kitchen, light a cigarette, almost throw up. ****. What the **** did I do last night? Some vague memories of drinking. And drinking. And bars, and some club. ****.
I take a look at the clock. ****, it´s 1 PM already. I need to get normalized quickly, a few hours from now I need to be at the other side of town playing some cards with parents and their friends. Fortunately enough for me, there´s a bottle of nice New Zealand white wine in the fridge. I open it up, pour myself a glass and feel my life returning.
Light up another cigarette, take a shower, drink some more and it´s time to go. As the wine bottle is half-full, I take it with me - after all, I have a half an hour of public transportation to get through before meeting my mum, so I need a trusted companion.
By the time I get off the subway the bottle is empty and life is good again. I spend the afternoon and early evening sipping wine, laughing, playing cards, eating food. I then proceed to a party my friend is hosting, where I continue to drink. By now I am getting quite inebriated, I start hitting on some girl who for some reason wants nothing to do with me.
"**** her", I think to myself. "Or maybe **** me for not getting laid. Or no **** for me. Or whatever." I down a few more drinks and bid my farewells slightly past midnight. I call a taxi, it is a 40-50 EUR ride but **** it, I am not busto at the moment, so **** publc transportation.
On my way home I get the brilliant idea to foresake sleep for some gambling instead. At this time I did not keep any credit cards since I would otherwise have drunken sessions of online poker that mostly ended up with the rent money donked off at 5/10 PLO or something, so I had the cab driver drive by my home so I could pick up some cash.
Get home, pick up a few buyins for the local card club. Now I do not recall what were the stakes I used to usually play there, I think it was something along the lines of 0.5/1 or 1/1 but always ridiculously deep and with several straddles, so it played something like 1/2/4 with average stacks of around 500+ normally. So I probably picked up around 300 EUR or so, since I was not busto.
Add another 20 or so EUR of cab fare for a total bill of 70, and get to the card club. As soon as I arrive, I get struck by the bad news. "Man, you´re way too drunk, I´m not letting you play", says the club owner. **** that! I spend some time trying to convince him that I should get to play, he instead pours me a shot and says that I should just have a drink.
So, I wake up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that does not hurt. Vague memories surround my damaged consciousness. Drinking wine in the subway. Playing cards. Then a party. Some Asian girl. Rejection. Cab drive. And I get to the club and... wait, did I play or not? Flashbacks of playing high card for cash. Shots at the bar. ****. How many? Too many, of course. When did I get home? How did I get home?
More flashbacks. Security guards throwing me out of the subway where I fell asleep. So it must have been early in the morning. And what time is it? Afternoon already. ****. And tomorrow is Monday. ****. More flashbacks. Rolling dice for money and more shots. Did I win or lose? Cash more or less intact.
Try to light a cigarette. Hands shaking. Take a few puffs. The morning smoke is the worst. I start coughing and am forced to abandon smoking to throw up instead. ****, this is bad. My hands are shaking. I stumble to the fridge and there are some beers there. I force myself to have a beer, and the beer I had for breakfast wasn´t bad so I had one more for dessert.
I am still feeling like **** but the alcohol is starting to do its magic. Some more flashbacks, stumbling outside of the subway station, trying to get to the other exit to get home. Why the hell didn´t I just grab a taxi?
Food. When did I last eat? Need some food. Light up another one, have another beer. Oh, and I need some more beer as well. Fridge is empty. Today I am not going to drink, I´ll just have a few more to stabilize myself. And what time is it? Three in the afternoon. Not that bad, is it?
So I take a shower and head outside. Sun is shining. I take a deep drag of my cigarette and smile as I am heading to the pizza place for some food. Oh, and the sportsbook is open as well, so maybe I should put some bets down on some football game or horse race while I am at it? Or go to the local pub for a beer or two?
So many great life choices to make. Oh, it´s such a lovely day...
