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The Big Story of One Gambler.

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Good evening, brothers, Gamblers. My name is Alexey, today I decided to tell you my story of gambling. The roots of this story go back to the first half of the 20th century and continue to this day. You ask how? Is the author really in his ninth decade?! No, I'm 27 years old, and the story of our family's gambling begins in the early post-war years. It was 1955 and my paternal grandfather married my grandmother, and they began to actively make my father, who was born in 1963, a gambler. I went a little ahead, but so that you understand all these events are tied to my long story. I tell the story about my grandfather from the words of my father, so I do not claim 100% truth, and why you will understand from the further story. It was 1955-58, my grandfather fell in love with cards and booze, and in their village these two entertainments were the most popular. Grandfather and grandmother had a small piece of land, worked on a collective farm, kept cattle, in general, they lived well and had money. Grandfather, sometimes lost, sometimes won, generally paid rake and that's all. But excitement gradually filled his soul, and was laid in the gene pool of my father. After dad crawled out of the womb, grandfather began to play for big, and after a couple of years very big. Dad said that someone taught my grandfather a few card chips and grandfather stupidly began to push first at the village level, then at the level of a small town. By 1975, the family Chita had 10-15 hectares of land, a lot of cattle, and a lot of money, almost everyone playing in the village stuck money to grandfather. The bottom line is simple: in 1977, Dad had the coolest moped and everything he had access to, and Grandpa was found with a smashed head in the city. This meager story is a prelude to the rest of the story. Chapter 2. Dad and the family savings. Dad finished school and entered a college in a large regional city. As my grandmother later told me, my father's monthly ration was 1,000 rubles, 1,000 rubles CARL!!! when the average engineer's salary at that time was 120-130 rubles. The city was regional, large, Dad had money, and as he himself said, he was looking for action. In general, he found a katran, but so that you understand, Dad was, unlike Grandpa, a village simpleton who was welcome everywhere, because he treated people for free, gave money in cards even better than TTR in poker, in short, as it seemed to him, he was the life of the party, but we understand who he really was. Then there is a small gap in the story, dad gets a job with grandma on a collective farm and runs off to the Far East for 3 years, I suspect because of debts, but how it really happened, only he knows. He told grandma that life is expensive in the East, and his rations have increased, I don’t know by how much. After some time, he returns to the regional city, where by chance my mother ends up on a distribution, which was common in the USSR. In appearance, dad was a handsome man, tall, stately, with money. As he “sang to mother: dad is a former general, relatives in the Kremlin, etc., etc.” mother fell in love, they got married and at the wedding she saw his mother, a collective farmer, and her brother, an alcoholic, for the first time, from whom she learned that she had been fed noodles about the general and the Kremlin. It was a shock, but the most harmless in her life. Then I was born, then my brother, then there was the collapse of the USSR and the devaluation of money. Grandma's 200-250k savings burned up, so you understand the amount we are talking about, the cooperative apartment cost 4000 rubles. Grandma, according to my mother, was very greedy and gave them 5 rubles for the wedding, and KARL 5 rubles!!! Because she was afraid that everything would go to her daughter-in-law, and that my mother was with him only for the money. The money burned up, grandma could only use all her savings to install gas. Her health worsened, because there were problems since the war, she was a minor prisoner in Germany. And the household began to slowly see ... Immediately after the birth of my brother in 1991, my mother took me to her mother to leave me in the village for the summer, and upon her return, the second unpleasant surprise of family life awaited her, all the rings and all the gold in the house + dad's wedding ring were squandered in cards. Dad confessed, repented, mother forgave, and they lived on. It's the end of the 90s and Dad goes into small business, sells cigarettes, which were in short supply at the time. And he had access to the supplier through a fellow villager who was a big shot at a tobacco factory. My mother says that they lived great at the time, they had everything, they didn't really need anything. Dad paid for the roof, trade was going well, he even opened a store and hired a salesman. Then came the default of 1998... business went to hell, we somehow survived that time. My mother says that while Dad was passionate about business, he didn't make any mistakes, because he loved it, and he didn't have time for stupid things. When Dad was studying at college, he got a profession as a bricklayer, why am I saying this?! And because all the action will come later, in 2000 Dad goes to Moscow to earn money. It was this moment that became the key one in his life and the life of our family. Chapter 3. Moscow, casinos and boots. I remember the events described below very clearly and I can guarantee their authenticity 100%. As if I remember it yesterday, my dad came to visit us for the first time three months later, with a bunch of presents and no less a bunch of money. It was almost half the cost of an apartment in our regional center. My brother and I showed off in new clothes, with cool Chinese pistols, in cool sneakers. Our parents decided to send us to the south so that we could see what the sea is, get a tan and take a break from the school year. The fairy tale was true, we got everything we wanted. But the fairy tale did not last long... The next salary was big, but not like the first, and each subsequent one was a little smaller, smaller and smaller. He brought his last salary in 2002 in the amount of a regular salary in our regional city, explaining that the chinks go to Moscow to knock down the price of labor, etc., etc. At the family council it was decided that my father would go and get his paycheck and come back to our city. It was October 2002… I remember everything that happened as if it were real. My brother and I go into the Central Department Store and see this miracle… The essence of the machine is that you throw coins into the slot at the top of the machine, they fall onto the moving part and a chain reaction occurs, the coins shift at the top of this part, they fall and this thing pushes them into the common bank, from the mound of which a handful may fall into the tray at the bottom. In general, we each threw in a 2-ruble coin and brought in 50 rubles. The next day we saw this miracle nearby: We bought a token, threw in, brought in 150 rubles and the vice of gambling consumed us... then we only poured, occasionally "shaking" the machine with 2 ears. A week or two later, our dad comes from Moscow in summer sandals and without a penny to his name... Having said that he was robbed in Moscow and he will not go there again. As it turned out later 10 years later, he brought money to the casino, and on the way home he was drunk and was beaten, all the money was taken away, and so that he would not run after them there, they took off his boots. Chapter 4. I'm lucky, I play. Dad got a job, buried his mother. An ordinary provincial life flowed. I went to the chess section, and showed monstrous progress. In three years from 2000-2003, I went from being a beginner chess player to becoming a Candidate Master of Sports, regional champion, and a member of the adult regional team. It was summer, my mother and brother went to visit my grandmother (on my mother's side), and I stayed with my father to prepare for tournaments and conquer new heights, unfortunately not chess ones. At 9:00 a friend runs up to me and tells me that he saw my dad 15 minutes ago at the station playing slot machines. Since I was already very familiar with this topic, I decided to keep my dad company. I come to the station by chance, I see him by chance, and sitting down I start telling him what and how, where to press, how to play, in short, at that time I “knew how to put it in the machine” heh heh. We played this little thing: Spin at the bottom 50kopecks at the top 2.5p. As you can see on the left in the machine panel icons: xx-0-xx-0-xx a light runs along it very quickly, as soon as you press the breakthrough key, and the light was on xx you get a multiplication of the win on the drum by 2, if you hit 0 then you merged. So, that morning we raised 500r. at the bottom, and decided it was time to catch the jackpot, and it was no joke at that time 15,000r, and on the fifth try on the super game we hit it ... This feeling cannot be conveyed when the whole machine sparkles and screams J_A_N_K_P_O_T! Onlookers at the station all came running, and we rested on our laurels. 20 minutes before that we raised 1000 rubles on the back by catching a field of oranges, the coolest thing is that when you catch oranges, the winnings are given randomly from 5 rubles to 1000 rubles. Dad forked me a thousand, made me swear not to tell anyone anything, went about his business (to drink, I think). Well, I went with my buddies to eat pizza and ride the carousel. This jackpot will play a huge joke on me in the future and even more so on my dad. Then, in a month, he becomes Ludik, catching two more jackpots of 5k and 50k in other halls. How did I know about these jackpots?! Everyone knew about them, because Dad was partying and telling everyone how easy it was to win money. How can you not believe him?! If a person, as it turned out later, secretly quit his job and went to play every day, and was always with money. As you probably already guessed, there is a catch in this story, and the catch is not about the jackpot. He really took the jackpot, but after a streak of upstreaks, he was overtaken by a downstreak, and he planted for half a year in a row. At that time, the prisoners of Nazi Germany were given compensation by the Germans themselves for torture during the Great Patriotic War. Since my grandmother had only one heir, he quietly received several thousand euros, no one knows the exact amount. By the time he lost everything and got into debt, I was playing classic poker, which we had in many stores for 5 rubles. I caught breakouts, straight flushes, multiple quads. But I took everything back. When the whole story about my dad surfaced, there was a huge scandal at home, and the family council agreed that one more trick of his and that's it, he leaves the family. Chapter five. The calm before the storm. Dad got a job, and his life was normal and rouletted. I finished school and went to college. We lived poorly, there was no money for chess competitions, my development stopped, and I remained the leading regional chess player. The key year of 2008 came. I got acquainted with poker, both offline and then online. I came to the club the next day of my 18th birthday. I registered for a freeroll with rebuys of 500 rubles, I knew how to play and could tell a flush from a straight, and it wasn’t hard to pull a gadshot for all my chips. Oh, miracle, I took 2nd place and received 6,000 rubles - 10 of my student stipends…. I was hooked on gambling, and I didn’t give a damn what I was pouring in. I did coursework, labs, and a lot of other things for my studies for money, I came to the club and lost tournaments and cash. At this time, dad slowly drinks himself to death at the construction site and starts playing the machines... New tales begin about a delay in salary for half a year, his mother catches him at the crime scene, all a scam and expenses. He leaves, we live as we did modestly but without great need. A year later, he shows up with a request to take out a loan for 200k or he's screwed. Mother and we send him to YUKH. We are at school, mother is at work, a neighbor calls, your apartment is on fire!!! He stands nearby and laughs, mother is in shock, brother is in shock, and I break his chomp in 2 places. Court, suspended sentence, disappeared again for a year... The love of my life left me, I gave up chess, went into poker and cappers. Chapter 6. My Upstreak. I get acquainted with strategy, study, start to madly bring in 4 MTT in a row in the offline for 200, 300, 500, 1000 rubles, bring in rebuys, break the cash. I forget about studying, I am the king of life with 500k in my hands, not counting deductions for repairing the house, helping my younger brother. Then the summer of 2009 comes and offline poker is banned, our clubs are immediately closed and my upstreak ends with bets at bookmakers for 50,000k and playing in an underground volcano with a max bet of 225 rubles (mandarin - also the same name, different). Exactly 48 hours later I didn’t have money even for a pack of cigarettes…. Summer is construction, my poker buddy and I earn money and scratch the theme of no-deposit bonuses for $50, which were sold wholesale for 3-4 bucks. We buy hundreds of no-deposit bonuses on Fulltilt, play MTT, make a killing twice for 7k and once for 11k greens. We start, we roulette our expenses with “dicks”, our friendship is in shambles, we each start playing for ourselves on Stars with an inflated ego, by the end of the year we are both bankrupt. Spring-summer 2011, the end of university, a big win of 9k greens on Stars. An excuse to avoid the army, moving to another city with a future wife… Chapter seven. Falling to the bottom. There were two reasons for moving, the gambling environment and the prospects of working at Russian Railways. With the environment, everything is simple, all friends and comrades, with the exception of a couple, were gambling addicts, some in bets, some in casinos, some in poker. I wanted to get away from all this. Upon arrival in a new city X, at first everything was going amazingly, I immediately liked the work in the supply of Russian Railways, my future wife and I were given a free comfortable hostel, I started playing chess in my free time, and for work I started traveling to many cities. I loved traveling and playing chess, things were heading towards a wedding, we applied to the registry office. And then it all started... I received my salary for December, half as much as I was supposed to, and the motivation for the decision for me and the entire department to give up the bonus was 100% that my immediate supervisor, who was stationed 300 km away from me, had screwed up his contractual company. I was a young hothead and tried to appeal to justice, but I was very rudely sent to hell, and then I decided to simply destroy the fruits of my labor, in general, I stupidly burned my not yet approved contractual company and tore up all the contracts for the calendar year, having previously quit my job a day before, by agreement of the parties. Back then, when I was about to quit, I decided to become a professional poker player, why not?! I borrowed money from my wife's family and started playing.... Having fucked everything up ($3,000) in half a year, making small cashouts and playing like a dull piece of shit, it was decided to lie that my poker room was closed. The legend went over great and I went to work again, though now as an ordinary worker in production. We took out a mortgage, got pregnant and after six months my company goes bankrupt and gives me a salary of 7,000 rubles, I quit, luck is on my side, I get a new job at a large holding company, in a new specialty for myself. My wife is about to go on maternity leave... What should I do?! That's right, I need to quietly take out a loan for 125k, because I didn't become a poker player, I'll become a professional capper. I spend it all in two days, and in two more days I spend it on a credit card with a limit of 100k, it's impossible to pass. Then for a year after the birth of my son I play small stuff here and there... I pay off loans in secret from my wife. In September 2014, before vacation, I decided to risk part of my salary and put a bet. If WIGAN had won, 600k Euros to Karl!!!! And this fucking WIGAN was leading in the score! Then I spend part of the money on my family, and myself in particular, I bought a chain with a cross for 150k - the dream of a lifetime. In 2 months I'm bankrupt again, with active loans. CARL, I PUT MY FAMILY'S ANNUAL BUDGET IN WHO KNOWS WHERE!!!! Then until the summer of 2016 I paid interest on loans, made small bets hoping to win... Played in underground gambling houses, casinos, borrowing money from my mother under various pretexts... albeit small, in 1.5 years it came to 100k. I forgot to tell you about my dad, in 2014 my mother received a letter from the Moscow Investigative Committee with some fucking news... In short, in one of the entrances of Moscow, he was found with two open craniocerebral injuries and a cut throat, in two months in the hospital they revived him. As he himself said in our last conversation for debts... This conversation in Moscow at the Kievsky railway station was our last conversation, the conversation was with a 45-kilogram drunk homeless man whom I would not have recognized if not for his throat and a small scar on his cheek from his youth. I think that my father has long been dead, or at best is homeless somewhere further away. ​In fact, I don't feel sorry for him, neither as a father nor as a person, he brought too much resentment and negativity into my life... Past, present and future... Chapter eight. The same rake. ​Summer 2016 is coming, I'm reading the TTR blog, I'm already babysitting 2 children, preparing for Euro 2016 in France. I take out a third loan of 175k with a simple idea to get away with it all... and end my ludo career... and off we go... The first deposit in my life at the online casino KARL, the choice fell on Betchan, because the verification letter from them came the fastest. Are beginners lucky? Of course, 1.5 hours on the balance of 150k, everything spat .... Shields x1500, a couple of times x300 immortal, Jack hammer2, generally spat the bonus every 5 minutes, played in two windows for 300 rubles, washed everything quickly and 3 hours after the deposit, the money was with me. I cancel the credit card, and start betting on Euro 2016. All bets went to hell, and now the balance is 0, I fucked up another loan ... I'm going VA-BANK CARL !!! I deposit the entire limit from the credit card, 95 thousand, and bet everything on the ENGLAND-ICELAND match, and like a real gambling addict, I bet that there WILL BE A PENALTY in the match for 3.95 !!! Odds. I picked it up with a complete excuse... if it works, then I'm free, if not, then I won't be able to pay all the loans, I'll confess to my wife and come what may. I'm thinking what to say in case of a fuck-up... 2nd minute of the match, a penalty kick, England. I've never screamed so much from joy!!!! My neighbor, an old granny, even came running to find out what happened... I paid off all the loans, promised myself not to gamble... A week passed, and I again, blew my credit card to 0. The reason that prompted me to gamble was just idleness and lack of adrenaline... I'm writing it as it is, why the hell lie. I have no money, I want to gamble... Sberbank no longer gives loans, due to the fact that a huge conflict arose with them, and I fucked the entire management of our local Sberbank. (Maybe I'll tell this short story later). Chapter Nine. I quit. In August, I decided to finally quit everything related to gambling. I simply deleted Windows, with all clients and passwords. I stopped watching bookmaker quotes, ludovody, and screenshots of mega wins. And I killed my lust in excitement, which arises from idleness, in the bud. All autumn, I went mushroom picking, and this is such a fucking wild excitement for me. I got a second full-time job, started playing chess again and winning, started paying attention to my family, because after the birth of my first child in 2013, I gave up on my wife and children. I began to develop in my professional field, in general, to live a rich, not boring life. As soon as I pay off my last loan, I will be completely free from ludka. P.S. Now I understand that if I had won the jackpot of 600k Euro in 2014, my life would have changed dramatically, and not for the better!!! I would have developed delusions of grandeur, that I am a cool capper, I would have started to chase other all sorts of jackpots... I would have fucked up my whole life, along with the life of my family. I think that the root of the evil of gambling addiction lies in each of us, and something, sometime, awakened it in us, in my case the first Jackpot caught together with my dad in the early 2000s. Now, in order to get rid of this vice, you need to replace it with something... Gambling addicts are like drug addicts, there are no former ones, we have to live with this burden all our lives and at any moment we can break down! I hope this disease will pass my sons by...

poker is crap slots are crap (deferred action wallets with expensive service fees) ROULETTE IS THE QUEEN OF THE CASINO and a mechanism for multiplying money ))))

when the cup of disappointment outweighs the cup of hope + it will be very painful from the lost money = only then the right thoughts appear in the head ///////////////////////////////////// how can you expect to consistently raise in slots? nothing depends on you there! especially according to the primitive strategy MAXBET + REBET too roughly and stupidly adaptive casino counts everything and fastens

The story of one famous gambling addict

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At first I played poker, I lost a huge amount of money in poker, and in 99% of cases I didn’t even have a positive week and lost almost every session, in slots — the situation was much better, but still I almost didn’t have really big wins during the session, I mean, when you spin slots for days and multiply the starting deposit by 100 times, for example, and now I’ll explain why it happens, I… I have a very specific character in putty, while I’m lucky and I’m not putty — I act super carefully, try not to play at high stakes, etc., but when putty and tilt happen — then nothing can stop me at all and I consciously just want to lose money. Not in poker. I have never had a positive session in slots that exceeded the negative ones in terms of total loss. I remember reading an interview about Phil Ivey a long time ago, and he was guided by a completely opposite strategy! You need to play and risk to the limit when you are LUCKY, and if things don’t work out, it’s better to stop the session altogether. To make it clear, let’s take 2 examples. You deposited 100 bucks, started spinning 10 slots and you immediately got x200. What will I do? I’ll withdraw the money. What would Phil Ivey do and what should you do? Keep playing and raise the stakes! I even tried to somehow control such crap, but it’s about the same as controlling putty, that is, no way, it’s purely psychology. And with such an approach and psychology, it’s better not to play at all, since it will be almost impossible to win. Again, an example, I smear myself, fly, miraculously make excuses, a streak of luck starts, but what do I do? I withdraw money, it’s more convenient for me psychologically... In general, what I wanted to say. You should play big and take risks only when you’re lucky, and not vice versa! And if you lose your first deposit, it’s better not to play at all that day or try your luck at another casino, but you shouldn’t make excuses! But if you’ve had a good run, you need to go further and bomb, it’s clear that in this case you’ll often lose your first win, but if you catch a wave, you’ll win a lot... I’ll give you the same example, I had stupid smears when I made a deposit of 50 bucks, lost, deposited 100, 200, 500, 1000, 5 thousand and so on until I made excuses and withdrew. or lost all the money. You can't play like that either, it's better to deposit all your money at once and play carefully according to the max bet or not deposit at all. There are many stories here. When people, for example, were spinning for days and won some unrealistic amounts, namely from small deposits. Well, my example can only serve as a reason to quit and never gamble... ps Listen to Phil Ivey guys, he won't advise any bullshit

werdum answer: If Phil Ivey saw how his words about poker are interpreted and compared with slots, his eyes would probably pop out of his head)) You deposited 100 bucks, started spinning 10 slots and you immediately got x200 What will I do? I'll withdraw the money What would Phil Ivey do and what should be done - I would withdraw it too. Poker is played against opponents and I think Phil Ivey adheres to his stop-loss strategy, adjusting only to his own state, apparently, he does not play the A game after losing a couple of buy-ins. And the fact that he continues to play in case of a win - well, you have to somehow play the distance) and the opponent can float and the mathematical expectation from the game will only increase. And from the above it follows that the slot will tilt after x200 and spit out crystals a couple of times). In fact, everything depends only on the math. expectations and from the distance. And if you play poker/betting not in the optimal state, then the mathematical expectation will worsen and in the long run it will cost a pretty penny. And in slots you can even roll your face on the keyboard and press the spin button with your left foot, -4% expectations will not become -8% or +12%. Therefore, if you suddenly accidentally find yourself playing slots, it does not matter if you get x200, x500 or roll into a stump - RUN, FUCK, WITHDRAW THE MONEY AND RUN!

Today I was convinced that this is how it should be :woohoo: