Gutted today. Limited tickets went on sale this morning for Gerrard’s last match at Anfield this Saturday. I managed to grab one but since it’s such short notice I can’t get the time off work. It’s the end of an era and I’m not going to be there! So I’m beyond pissed off about that.
Last night the regular gambler was on the machine again. He spent about 2-3 hundred quid and didn’t get a sniff. Usually this would prompt me to have a dabble in the morning. Something about the machine taking so much money always told me that there was a chance it would pay out the next morning once the machine had been reset. It made me sweat over it a bit this morning. I keep thinking if I hit it at the right time I can get a couple of hundred. But then I remember that there will never be a ‘right time’ again. A little will always turn into a lot with me so there’s no point thinking about it. But I still do… Anyway, the old boy who plays it in the morning had a go today. He didn’t win anything. Theory blown right out of the water!
I also had an argument again with the lad that knows what I did. He always says the same thing. “If you’d just stopped the first time you won it back you’d have 19 grand now. You should of stopped when I told you to stop”. He just doesn’t listen to my argument. I’d been heavily gambling thousands a day for nearly a month! If I’d won 50 grand I wouldn’t of been able to stop. There was never gonna be enough. The only way I was stopping was if there was nothing to play with. At the end of the day, I lost it all and hence lost the means of playing… It’s such a shitty, harsh life lesson and one I don’t think I’ll ever live down. But I honestly believe I needed to lose it all before I could learn said lesson. I really hope I have learnt it too. Eleven weeks so far tells me I’ve at least taken note of the lesson. The lessons on my radar. The lesson and I are casual acquaintances. I’d like to think the lesson and I could be more than just friends. I hope to spend the rest of my life with the lesson.
