Life of a Degenerate Gambler pt 2

Edit: pt 3 is up.

So in my last post I broke down who I am, how long I've been gambling, and what led up to this point. To give some context, please go read pt 1 before reading this. I would also like to reiterate that I'm not here to brag, merely just share my experiences, so please read without judgment and have some understanding.

Ok so I just finished a long shift at the nuclear plant, my co workers have just left my place and I'm l I'm sitting at 30k usd in my balance. I've been telling myself all day I'm not going to gamble, and the minute they leave, I'm back ok the slots. I proceeded to bet 3k on bonus buys, and perhaps after 10 minutes, I won 66k, putting my balance at 100k USD. Obviously this is a shit ton of money and most people in they're right minds would have stopped, but not me, because if you've made it this far, I'm not in my right mind when I'm gambling. I need that rush, More, MORE!!!

So after taking a quick second to contemplate my next course of action, I decided to up the bet to 5k spins. And for the next 15-20 minutes, my balance fluctuates. To say I was scared is an understatement. Felt like I was doing 2000MPH in the fast lane and there was no slowing down. My balance dropped as low as 60k after 20 minuyes and then I hit a bonus for 100k, putting my balance at 160k USD. Again, most rational people would stop, and I thought about it for a moment, but then I went right back to spinning the bonus. It's never enough.

So for the next 30 minutes, I am wagering 5k bonus buys on the most degenerate slot known to man, Money Train 3. My balance goes down from 160k to 140k. It's 10am in the morning, I need to go to bed, as I work in evening, and the unthinkable happens. The bonus starts hitting, and it all happened so fast, but at the end, I won 70,000x on a 10$ bet, which payed 700k USD. Balance was sitting at 860k USD, which in Canadian dollars is roughly 1.2m

To tell you what was going through my mind at the time, not much. I didn't scream out, yell or jump for joy, I was just very quiet. I call my best friend, and told him what happened, and he started having a panic attack while driving his transport truck lol. Walking into work that day, you have no idea how big my dick felt. I thought to myself, this is 20+ years of me walking through these doors every day, punching in, punching out. It was an incredible feeling, but one that I couldn't share with anyone, and I'm glad to be finally sharing it with people now.

I'm going to take a break, and work on pt 3, because as you can probably imagine, this story doesn't end in fairy tales and rainbows. Stay tuned for pt 3.