My worst story was around mid-December of 2008. I was at an upscale club like the ones you see in Sex and the City. Many hot broads in tight latex dresses with 
about to explode out, etc. I am decked out in tuxedo with $500 silk bowtie, looking very sharp, and drinking martinis at the bar. Believe it or not they have a TV showing a hockey game at the bar. It is Oilers v. Wings. I take out my cellphone and dial my home number, and say "yeah Charlie... Charlie, yeah, do me a favor pal.. put 50 Gs on the Red Wings +1.5." I am very calm and acting like I just phoned someone to remind them to pick up their laundry. Everyone notices my phone call and is shocked that I am so calm and just bet a game based only on my gut instinct.
Girls love guys who bet on instinct and who are looking for thrills. A couple guys with their women say 'did you seriously put that much on the game?'. Guys are idiots and do not realize if I really bet Red Wings +1.5 it would be like -400. These guys are even bigger idiots for making me look big time and now their girls are looking at me and licking their lips and sucking on cherries in their mouths.
Anyways, game starts and Wings come out very hot and already up 2-0 in first period. I buy everyone a round of drinks. Wings win big time, and by now I've bought 7-8 rounds for ~100 people. The place is wild and everyone is coming to shake my hand and say what a big timer I am, and how I knew the Wings would win (fukkin idiots). I take out some cheap cigars that I've put tape around and written "Cuban" on.
It is getting very late now and people are filing out, some of the guys who came with women are leaving without them because they are busy holding onto my arm and listening to my stories. I tell them I will hook them up with minks from my top dealer, etc.
Now barman tells me it is closing time and hands me a tab. It is $40k. I have maybe $13 in my wallet and a couple credit cards with $500 limits which are already maxed anyways. I am getting hot under the collar and thinking how I will get myself out of this mess. But outwardly I am very calm and say "oh, 40k, thats all?". Girls are swooning. I tell barman I left my french leather wallet in my Benz outside, and that I will go get it. Barman is uneasy and kind of looks uneasy, and exchanging glances with bouncers. I leap off bar stool and bolt for the door, missing one bouncer and getting past the other with some moves I learnt from watching NFL. I am just going out the door when my fukkin bowtie snags on the door and nearly chokes me to death. I am frantically trying to untie it so I can get away, but just as it comes loose I am tackled by these bouncer fukks. They pound me in the face and break my glasses, my mouth is bleeding. Guy calls me a stiff and they trash my honda civic out back. The girls leave and spit on me as they walk past.
Was really embarrassing but I would do it again for the 2-3 hour high of being a big timer
about to explode out, etc. I am decked out in tuxedo with $500 silk bowtie, looking very sharp, and drinking martinis at the bar. Believe it or not they have a TV showing a hockey game at the bar. It is Oilers v. Wings. I take out my cellphone and dial my home number, and say "yeah Charlie... Charlie, yeah, do me a favor pal.. put 50 Gs on the Red Wings +1.5." I am very calm and acting like I just phoned someone to remind them to pick up their laundry. Everyone notices my phone call and is shocked that I am so calm and just bet a game based only on my gut instinct.Girls love guys who bet on instinct and who are looking for thrills. A couple guys with their women say 'did you seriously put that much on the game?'. Guys are idiots and do not realize if I really bet Red Wings +1.5 it would be like -400. These guys are even bigger idiots for making me look big time and now their girls are looking at me and licking their lips and sucking on cherries in their mouths.
Anyways, game starts and Wings come out very hot and already up 2-0 in first period. I buy everyone a round of drinks. Wings win big time, and by now I've bought 7-8 rounds for ~100 people. The place is wild and everyone is coming to shake my hand and say what a big timer I am, and how I knew the Wings would win (fukkin idiots). I take out some cheap cigars that I've put tape around and written "Cuban" on.
It is getting very late now and people are filing out, some of the guys who came with women are leaving without them because they are busy holding onto my arm and listening to my stories. I tell them I will hook them up with minks from my top dealer, etc.
Now barman tells me it is closing time and hands me a tab. It is $40k. I have maybe $13 in my wallet and a couple credit cards with $500 limits which are already maxed anyways. I am getting hot under the collar and thinking how I will get myself out of this mess. But outwardly I am very calm and say "oh, 40k, thats all?". Girls are swooning. I tell barman I left my french leather wallet in my Benz outside, and that I will go get it. Barman is uneasy and kind of looks uneasy, and exchanging glances with bouncers. I leap off bar stool and bolt for the door, missing one bouncer and getting past the other with some moves I learnt from watching NFL. I am just going out the door when my fukkin bowtie snags on the door and nearly chokes me to death. I am frantically trying to untie it so I can get away, but just as it comes loose I am tackled by these bouncer fukks. They pound me in the face and break my glasses, my mouth is bleeding. Guy calls me a stiff and they trash my honda civic out back. The girls leave and spit on me as they walk past.
Was really embarrassing but I would do it again for the 2-3 hour high of being a big timer
Unreal.
