The scene is set, it was a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon and amongst the busy roads and the council flats there is a glimmer of hope of going to the casino to play a live donkament. The donkament in question was a £25 NLhold'em double chance tourney, the structure unknown to me at the time was absolute shit but we'll get to that later.
So my friend gets the day off work and my brother gets the chance to put his new sat nav through it's paces as we go along the M5 to Walsall casino. Now, this place has just been renovated and is looking the dogs bollox, great card room place looks lush everything is looking great the scene couldn't have been better. As I walk past the many new shiny roulette wheels I am repeating same mantra to myself over and over - ''Play the donkament, ship the donkament don't borrow money of your friend for roulette'' I felt composed and in control of my urge to hit the devils wheel.
We regged for the donkament and was told we also get a free meal, this was really good and put a smile on my face as I knew I'd most likely not be eating for the next week because I'm bound to degen all my money off on roulette. The choice of food was Chicken leg and chips, or scampi and chips. Now, many a man in my position would have crumbled at the knees with all this choice that's on offer, but me being a none meat eater I had to stick to the standard plate of chips with a few sachets of ketchup. Grub aside I take my seat to realise I've just paid £25 for a bowl of chips and the opportunity to sit next to a bunch of people who are clearly retarded, have learning difficulties or both. This one woman takes 5 minutes to sit down moaning about who's sitting where and telling people they can't pick and choose where they sit. WELL DUUURRRR OBVIOUSLY that's why we're all sat around scrunched up this corner whilst your dumb ass gets the bottom of the table all to yourself.
SO I get playing, things started well and I played my game etc but to be honest I was just so disappointed in the structure and how shit it was that I had already given up hope from the very first hand. I know most casinos have adopted this structure and I just wanna state now that it is absolutely fucking terrible, 15 minute blinds and the blinds double every level which is fucking ridiculous and stupid, you get to play 3 hands an hour live too with these dumb fucks so your chances of progressing through this field of retards are very slim.
Anyway I busted out of the donkament retard fest and this is where the fun began, I began lending money off my friend having a spin, losing, having a spin losing etc etc. When I'm spinning I have at least £5 on 0 and £5 on 2, all day these numbers just didn't fucking pop. Anyway a few spins later and I've already borrowed £55 and not hit a single number. My friend who I've borrowed the money off on the other hand started off with £1 and has won atleast £130 by this point, and theres me not being able to hit a single fucking number arrrrgrhhhh!!!
I have a £20 spin and a £30 spin and realise I'm not gonna hit fuck all and decided to call it quits, I'm £105 in debt to my friend and I think that being £130 down so far is bad enough until this happens....
I'm sitting there, I've been really upping the ante and putting £8 on 0 £6 on 2 etc etc all fucking day, and obviously I'm losing. My friend steps up, sticks £20 on and places his numbers, (bearing in mind now that this is the first spin I've missed in ages) The balls going round and starts to drop and it lands in no other than the number fucking 2 my head sank into my hands quicker than my shit sank in the gents after the horrific ''free'' (£25 plate) plate of chips. What a fucking joke that was, I then monkey bolloxed and borrowed more money for a final big spin convinced I'd hit it, which as you can guess I never so there you have it, completely shit day. £175 down in total and pretty fucking annoying that I could never really hit a decent number. I obviously hit a few shitty nums but nothing major and nothing to really talk about just a completely standard Sunday afternoon in my sick small stake degen life.
I came home with a smile on my face though, I really did have fun spinning my heart out on the wheel of broken dreams, you have to remember it's nothing to ever be upset about it's just paper. It can't hug you and tell you it loves you and you certainly can't eat it. It's just paper that's had aload of filthy hands on it with a picture of some ugly old german slag it means nothing.
Remember folks, it's just a ride.
-Anonymous