Érdekes, mindenesetre ha ilyen rosszul vt a sok pénz elbukása után, nem biztos, hogy ő Isildur, talán tanult vna belőle.
15 éves korára az 530$-s FR SnG-k nagyon kemények, nem is tudom elképzelni.
Gondolom vmi extrém laza BRM-je vt, másképp szvsz nem nagyon lehetséges
luckbox.
Csodalkozott ,hogy nem tartott ki a 70%os lapja.
barki osszeharacsol ekkora rollt, ha mindent nyer....
szvsz gambler.ungar lesz ebbol is.>D
Svédeknél nem jelent olyan sokat a pénz, főleg ha echte svéd, és a képéből ítélve az.
Szvsz a laza BR management adott.
köszi akadémia
epekedve várom a folytatást. :)
Állat. De nagyon. Hol van már a második rész? Már most olvasnám...:D:D
Busto. Again.
I wasn't going to lose, this will work, I have to win it back. I'm deep in the hole now. I go down to the $109 sng's, but I keep running like before. I has to have been the karma from moving up to the $310's. In the end, I bust. Wp. I stand up from my chair feeling completely crushed, not sure what to do. I punch the walls. Never been so tilted. I calm down a bit, I feel sick. I put my party points on his account, not that it's worth much anyways, something like $300. Atleast something that I can use. I move down again, to the $55's. Then the $33's. Then the $22's. I feel like I have to play hard and win it all back now! I can't lose this! I keep losing. Every suckout feels worse than a $5k pot when I had cash. I bubble a SNG and I punch the wall again. I feel empty. Back to the computer, I have two $22 SNG's left and start to realize what's happening but I really want to win it back so badly. Then, busto. Again. %#"%/)"#)
Feeling sick
It's 7am and I go to bed. Never felt that bad in my entire life. Two hours later I have a meeting in school about my abcense. I go there and promise to start going to school more to keep the study money [Loc note: goverment gives us $150/month for it]. I get back home and go to bed again. When I was up I go back to school and I talk some to a friend. I'm ashamed and feel like a completely gambling addicted degen. I still had some money left for rent etc. That's why I could lose everything else. Had to call home, it wasn't a nice feeling. I know they will freak out, I hope it settles quickly. Dad flips out, mom is calmer. I talk to mom, can't do it otherwise. I hear my dad yelling in the background. ****, I can't take it, I'm the one who lost the money, I know. Isn't enough with my remorse and feeling this bad? If I ever were to think of suicide, this was the time for it. I just wanted some money so I could pay rent and not have to take their yelling. Didn't want to come back home ever again. We agreed on $800/month to pay for rent and food. It worked out.
Get a job?
My parents wanted me to get a job and move back home. That was the last thing I wanted to do, I told them that I was going to get a job though, I had a girlfriend at the time and didn't want to have to move away. Told my parents that I was going to stop playing. I always thought that I would be able to make a living playing poker, but in the end when I was playing 33's and 22's and was losing, that felt like a pipedream. It's not like I can get into any college with my grades anyways. I said that I would get a job quickly, otherwise they'd make me move back home. Panic, again! I need money! Poker? No, can't think about it, too hard.
Friday night comes around and I barely had any money to go out drinking [Loc note: legal age is 18 here], wp, wp! Oh well, all I could do was drink and **** my problems away. Didn't even get to that though, I just passed out instead. Nice feeling waking up the next day. Not. The days went on and I thought about my situation. Regret regret regret. But, I had decided that I could live on poker fulltime, It's not like I needed to go to school for it. I had three options:
1. Move back home. Stop playing poker, get back to school.
2. Get a job. Stop playing poker.
3. Play poker.
I needed the money quickly, otherwise I might aswell just move back home, I had to make a decision. Talked some to mom. Not dad, he wanted mom to make me move home. It's nice that mom isn't as hard, she gave me some time, understood my situation. Told me that I had to get a job and grow up. She kept on telling me "NO poker". "No mom, no poker, I promise".
Out of the three options I had, I chose... Poker. One last time, take a shot at poker. I had lost control of my life now. I knew it, but there was no return. I had to do it.
This was in the end of December 2008. It's soon 2009. I've decided. I got my hands on $1.5k and put it on ipoker. Now I have one shot to succeed.
Written by Blom90, translated by Loctus
originally written for svenskaspelare.com
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Kemény arc... Ungar szereken élt, ha ő is rákap, akkor biztos hasonló vége lesz:(
Kár ezért a fiúért.