Originally posted on 06/10/2015:

Boys I am sooooooooooooo excited today my dream came true in life of getting 30,000 posts or is it really a good thing and big day for me??. I have told the whole world about this feat and all my neighborhood is proud of me and one of my locals even waived my 2 dime debt!!! Wow!! We have solid bookies around here and solid sharks.

I first off want to thank my family for giving me the opportunity to post and of course thanks Freddie and Russel for putting up with all my shit. I never thought I would become a degenerate gambler and poster, boys I was a choir boy before I met all you guys online. I am going to give you a brief description of what I use to be up until today.

Well before the online gambling craze came I was a normal guy that just had a job in a local computer shop putting stamps on boxes (boss said that was all I was capable of doing) and I worked there for like 5 years or so and I was proud of myself. I wore a great outfit everyday usually striped material with the company logo on it and had pants with computer terminals all over them. I was the coolest geek around the town and sometimes had chicks smile at me. My nickname was and still is KISSEL around here and I still have that name. I got it somehow and has stuck with me until now. I would go home at night and play monopoly with my friends and we would drink cool aid and we would never ever do anything wrong and went to bed like 9:00PM sharp and boys I was like in my late 20;s and early 30;s doing this. I was a real life square and everyone though Kissel was sooo cute and I was loved. Gambling????? Hell know real tabboo in my family and the crowd I hung around with and i was like 5'4"ft 170 back then and in good shape.

Boys I never ever even cursed once in my prime or smoked, ect. So I was living real nice and in a nice home with my parents.

What went wrong??? Well boys the local owner of the computer shop where I worked gave me a computer and 2 months free of Prodigy and I loved it. I would browse the prodigy network and find all sorts of sports info so I started to become interested in them. Then as the net evolved so did I and found my way to gambling at esb and bowmans and top turf phones only and then of course online with intertops and wsex and oasis. Well boys I was a small fun player and still innocent and things were going great and upgrading online services as I went along and then found RX in like 1998 and just read and lurked and one day was at the Darwins International and so the MW logo and checked it out. I would browse in amazement at all the gambling info and of course dirty type stuff on there and I would blush and get all red (you know the dirty jokes, nude women, ect) never heard, saw or read curse words and nudity. I fell in love with it.

So one day off the top of my head I just made up a posting name with no meaning and signed up and that is when my downfall started.

Boys I read right through the ButaneNetwork lead by Reno and Buzz Rav and the private network they were involved in and I exposed it way back then like with me 20th post or so. As time went on I started becoming just like all the degenerates here and getting caught up heavy with gambling and posters wars, ect.

I think the real JJ came out at MW and probably always was this real tough guy deep down but the MW posters brought it out in me and more.

Boys I have gone from a nice kid to now a foul mouth fuk and thug and degenerate and I do not blame myself but posters here. Every word out of my mouth is fuk this shit, fuk you, you roosterlicker, ect and I fit right in with the boys here now. Secondly never thought I would be carrying a 44 mag undr my trench at night.

All my friends have changed and now hang with like tough guys, gamblers, locals, sharks, pimps, gun runners and pushers. What the fuk happened to me???? I got caught up trying to be like Joey and ABB two of the main guys that fukkin ruined me.

I have lost approx 11 jobs since posting here for all gambling related activity because I needed the action more than the job. A couple of examples of my firings:

Nailed at racetrack when I was suppose to be at the office at 2:30 PM

Had numbers operation going at water company

3 jobs got fired for punching out co workers more because of jokes made at me or the one punk that through cream donuts at my head. Boys I was never like this before I started posting.

My appearance is fukkin shit too now. I ballooned to 283 and I am 5-4, old clothes with only the with the 2 flashy minks and a couple of real nice leather outfits and a few cowboy hats. I actually look like a pimp when dressed up for the big time at night.

Hang at social clubs now with all Johnny Knockdown types and all the boys feel sorry for me, you know not getting nailed in 11 years, real fat and bald and buried.

I got a lousy cheap rug that is made of some leather material and is hot as hell in the summer time and feels so heavy on my fukkin head and the boys from Newark rib me and call me "drummer boy" because I am always tapping my fukkin head because of the itch ( a dead give away for someone wearing a rug) I found out that is how Freddie knew I had one on, he always so me tapping my head with both hands and the index fingers. Fuk!!

Look at the losers I hang with now on the board day and night. Bookmakers, thieves, conmen, sharks, gamblers. Yes boys these are my new friends!!! I took a backwards turn in life and getting in deeper and now all I worry about is gambling, posting and hustling. I should try to get a real job but I think the damage is done and the posters here put too much stuff in my head through the years to be different.

What puzzles me here are why all the secrets and guys never using their real names. A couple of examples are like that clown Fishhead, I would call him and say hey Jeff and he would say "huh??? and I would keep saying is Jeff there and I know that was the name he gave me 3 days a go and he says no my name is Danny!!!! I swear this is like his 7th fukkin name and gets frustrating times. The same as with Stevo, he told me his name was Steve and I would call him that a few times and then suddenly he said that is not my name it is Mark!!! What?? Again like his 5th name since I have known this guy. What am I missing??? What does everyone have several names???? What is the big secret that know one is letting me on??? Strange fuks around here.

Locals???? Huh??? Never knew what the fuk that meant until the clowns here kept writing about them and now I use 3-5 .

Here are some transcripts of typical JJ conversations everyday:

"He Johnnie met my markers today, who do you like tonight, is the line wrong, move the numbers, give me a 2 team reverse, Hey Vito give me detroit for a nickel. Jo Jo we need a score, thans pal, hey ace, he lefty.Did you get the post?? I knew I was a certified loser when everyday up until today I go to the Deli and open up The NY Post and get my razor blade out and cut the lines out and then throw the rest of the fukkin paper out in the garbage and the store owner thinks I am a sick fuk for doing this.

All this slang bullshit, fuk I did not even know what the fuk a nickel was 2 years a go. I thought it was 5 cents when I was innocent. Now that is all I say now even when buying stuff at stores, ect.

Shit fighting with guys from 20-79 at bars, meeting sharks all over the place and running errands for the big timers, ect. Living in a fukkin crawl space with a computer terminal. Thank God I have not met any gay guys in the places I have lived because like I said I know guys that blow their landlords just to stay there. Of course too I have the big shot image carrying a wad of cash wrapped in an elastic band picking up bar tabs and shit and in reality to not have a dime to my name jsut carrying sharks money and banks money.

Although we are all losers here I love you guys and even the ones I fight with from time to time and would not trade this experience for anything. The one thing I have learned here is that there are sooo many bright guys from all walks of life and are sharp in lots of different things other than gambling.

Its hard being JJ at times with all my hang ups and bad appearance and shit. Boys do you think it is easy being 5-4 283, red hair (15 strands) shit rug, 2.5 inch dick and have not got laid in 11 years. I want to break this slump some day but some women actually say I have no shot because of various things and somewhat of a bird type voice, you know high pitched and shit.

Why do you think I do not go to Vegas or any other outings??? I would get ribbed to much and would end up pounding posters, boys you would have a field day with me . I swear I do not believe one guy could keep a straight face when meeting me for the first time.