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*Its been a few months.. and it's about that time that I make a shit post where I bitch about everything*
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To all my fellow US players getting fucked in the ass per usual... WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO DO TO USE A HONEST POKER SITE!?
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It's 2021 and it has been almost a decade since I have been able to use a worthy-poker-site such as Full Tilt, Stars, 888, Party Poker, and so on. I am starting to fall out of love with poker because I can't keep playing on these bullshit sites located in Panama and throughout the Caribbean. Here are a couple of my experiences from the past 8-ish months or so.
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ACWPN/BCP:
- 2 to 4 months ago I received 2 PARTIAL refunds due to bots being at my table, in which one scenario was a final table. Didn't even get a full fucking refund. This also doesn't mention the other partial refunds I received earlier in 2020.
- As you all well know, ACR has had multiple scandals going back to 2012, like the the 2018-2019 PLO/NL cash game bots and several people colluding together to take advantage of the late reg glitch. Nagy can eat a fat dick.
- If you play at America's Cardroom in 2021 you're a fucking retard. (No offence)
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Betonline/BOL:
- 6 months ago Betonline removed $1000 from my poker balance on my account and said that the money was transferred to my sportsbook balance at 4am PST and all of it was spent in the online casino. When I asked them to investigate they did nothing. So I asked their Fraud/IT Department to send me a list of all devices, MAC addresses, and IP addresses that signed into my account that day... They refused to cooperate... Customer service said it was against company policy to release that type of information, even though its MY OWN fucking account and personal information. ( I took a break from the site but eventually returned because US players have no options and I love MTTs.)
- 2 months ago I deposited $50 of ETH to their sports book to bet on an NFL game. Blockchain.com confirmed that BOL's Etheruem address received my money, and I even sent customer service proof of the transaction THREE TIMES. They still refuse to issue me my $50 deposit to this day, stating "our system says the deposit is still pending".
- 2 days ago I received a $5 refund from a Windfall Sit n Go because the 2 other two players at my table were bots :) :) :) I should just kill myself at this point. WHO THE FUCK HAS BOTS AT THE JACK POT SIT N GO.
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Bovada/Ignition:
- Honestly, I haven't used them in like a year or two because they removed the chat box, make it a pain to utilize HUD software, and that fucking update they did to their software. That huge software update was so fucking horrible the sites damn near unplayable. I'm sure you guys remember the old canvas/layout that Bovada/Iggy use to utilize, it was way better.
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Anyways, I just don't know what to do anymore. I NEVER had any of these issues back in the Full Tilt days. I don't even want to play half the time because I'm sick of all the bullshit. I am also in Los Angeles, CA so the lockdown bullshit makes live poker a huge pain in the ass. Some casinos are open, some are closed, some are outside, some make you wear mask and sit in between plastic dividers, some allow you to order drinks but not food. It's all fucking stupid. I really want to use my VPN but I don't want to build up a bankroll on a legit site like PartyPoker and then have my funds frozen. Maybe I should just hang myself instead. (joking, just being a dramatic pussy)
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On a serious note, thank you for listening to me bitch and moan about my first world problems. I hope ya'll are happy, healthy and staying covid-free. Cheers to 2021, MAY THE POKER GODS BE IN YOUR FAVOR!

I have spoken to a dealer who works at the live dealer tables that are used at bovada, betonline, 5dimes, slots.lv, ignition, wildcasino etc (many more). The casino service is called visionary igaming , but they are outsourced from a real casino who keeps their name hidden. This dealer , along with myself, believes it is entirely possible this higher up casino that uses them to provide the service, uses fake player accounts to manipulate cards. I was able to get into contact with this dealer by sending my personal info for them to add me on social media through the chat in the game, which luckily and against their rules she took the risk and did, which is how we came to talking. Anyways, the dealer is emphatic that they (the dealers) do not do any manipulation. But she did mention it is very easy to join tables with new usernames pretending to be a "real" player. The ishoes they use have 2 cameras/sensors. 1 that acknowledges the card before it is dealt and then one that scans it as it is dealt. Most people know about the 2nd scanner because that is what we see on the screen as it is dealt. But the first scanner while the card is still in the ishoe presents many possibilities of how cards can be manipulated if someone has access to that knowledge and is sitting with a fake player account with a slight advnantatge to manipulate the output in favor of the house.
Keep in mind for those who say the house does not have to cheat. I agree, but this is not a normal house or casino. This is a very small size casino who don't always recieve as much action as most and they also split up the percentages between sites who use their service, so they are sharing profits between many different party's which means they keep a smaller percentage than a normal casino so it would make sense for them to increase their win %.
With all that being said, I have won occasionally due to high risk wins but consistently lose a large percentage of hands. Just looking for any thoughts on this. I can gather more info if people have legit questions. This offshore shit is crazy and the US needs to legalize this online in all states so other countries stop stealing from Americans.

I have spoken to a dealer who works at the live dealer tables that are used at bovada, betonline, 5dimes, slots.lv, ignition, wildcasino etc (many more). The casino service is called visionary igaming , but they are outsourced from a real casino who keeps their name hidden. This dealer , along with myself, believes it is entirely possible this higher up casino that uses them to provide the service, uses fake player accounts to manipulate cards. I was able to get into contact with this dealer by sending my personal info for them to add me on social media through the chat in the game, which luckily and against their rules she took the risk and did, which is how we came to talking. Anyways, the dealer is emphatic that they (the dealers) do not do any manipulation. But she did mention it is very easy to join tables with new usernames pretending to be a "real" player. The ishoes they use have 2 cameras/sensors. 1 that acknowledges the card before it is dealt and then one that scans it as it is dealt. Most people know about the 2nd scanner because that is what we see on the screen as it is dealt. But the first scanner while the card is still in the ishoe presents many possibilities of how cards can be manipulated if someone has access to that knowledge and is sitting with a fake player account with a slight advnantatge to manipulate the output in favor of the house.
Keep in mind for those who say the house does not have to cheat. I agree, but this is not a normal house or casino. This is a very small size casino who don't always recieve as much action as most and they also split up the percentages between sites who use their service, so they are sharing profits between many different party's which means they keep a smaller percentage than a normal casino so it would make sense for them to increase their win %.
With all that being said, I have won occasionally due to high risk wins but consistently lose a large percentage of hands. Just looking for any thoughts on this. I can gather more info if people have legit questions. This offshore shit is crazy and the US needs to legalize this online in all states so other countries stop stealing from Americans.

They drove deep into the desert, their engine snarling like a cornered animal. Herbert watched as the darkened desert streaked by them and wondered how many bones were buried in the sun-bleached wastes. He glanced back at the bloodied sheet laying in the back of the van. There was about to be a few more.
Once they were a safe distance from the city, Herbert pulled over. He breathed and looked over at Darius. They nodded and got out of the car.
It was cold under the black sky. Herbert shuddered once and rubbed his arms. He dropped his cigarette in the dust and crushed it beneath his toe. He circled around and opened the back doors of the van.
“Damn, it's cold as hell.” Darius breathed smoke.
Herbert passed him a shovel. “Get diggin', it'll keep you warm.”
Grumbling, Darius plunged the head of his shovel into the packed earth. Herbert stabbed down with his own shovel. Together, they started digging the grave.
Herbert wiped sweat from his brow and spat into the dirt. His mouth felt caked with the desert grit. He looked over at Darius working at the other end of the hole. That old ache was back, tearing into his chest, filling him with thirst. He stopped working and the words came spilling out of him like vomit. “You know, D, I used to have a boy.”
Darius froze with a shovelful of dirt hanging in the air. “What?”
“You got another smoke for me?”
“Sure, sure.” Darius stabbed his shovel into the ground and produced another cigarette from his pack.
Herbert lit up. “I had a boy. His name was Matthew. Named after my father. He'd probably be about your age now.”
“Fuckin' A. What? You had a kid?” Darius' eyes went wide. “You knock up a whore or somethin'?”
“I had a wife,” Herbert said with some pained laughter in his voice. “Her name was Sarah.”
“Damn, really? You got a picture of her or somethin'?”
Herbert leaned against his shovel and took out his wallet. He searched through the various cards and clutter, looking for the photograph that he'd wished he'd lost. But it was there, right where he knew it would be. Creased and faded with time and wear, Herbert pulled the picture out and passed it over to Darius.
“Damn...look at her, Herbie. She was fine as hell. How'd you end up with a dime piece like that?”
“I don't know. But, I sure as hell didn't deserve her, I can tell you that much.”
Darius handed the photo back over. A realization crossed his expression. He spoke slowly. “So...uh...how did...I mean, well, what happened?”
Herbert bared his teeth in a skeletal smile. He couldn't stem the tide any longer. That old scar had finally opened, and all of the shadow and blood came pouring out from his mouth. “I killed them. They're dead because of me.”
“What? You fuckin' killed your family, Herbie?”
“Not on purpose,” Herbert answered, his eyes glistening in the moonlight. “I was drunk. I was driving them to dinner. Wrapped the car around a fire hydrant.” He turned around and started working on the hole again, sucking poison from his cigarette.
“It was an accident,” Darius said, picking up his shovel. “You weren't tryin' to do it.”
Herbert said nothing and kept slicing away at the dry-packed earth.
They finished digging the hole and stabbed their shovels into the pile of dirt that had accumulated. Herbert went into the back of the van and pushed the blood-soaked sheet out to the edge. Darius picked up the feet and walked backward until Herbert was standing, holding the body by its shoulders with his lit cigarette hanging from his lip. They hurried over to the hole and dropped their load without ceremony.
The pair looked down at the body. Darius clapped some of the dirt from his callused hands. Herbert smoked and pulled the cigarette from his lip.
“Who do you think sent him?” Darius looked at Herbert.
Herbert stared at the red blotches staining his sheet and took another drag on his cigarette. “I think I have an idea...”
“Who?”
“An old business partner.”
They filled the hole in silence. Herbert's arm was starting to hurt. He looked at the cloth wrapped around his wound, heavy with blood. They finished and threw their shovels in the back of the van. Herbert wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed. He got behind the wheel. Darius rode shotgun and they tore down the road with the city looming ahead, a specter of stone and light.
“Where are we going?”
“We gotta pay someone a visit.”
“The guy who set this up?”
“Don't know for sure. But he'll know something.”
“Where'd you find him, anyways?”
The streetlight streaked by, briefly illuminating Darius' features in half-second bursts. Herbert stared ahead at the road unfurling before them. “Known him a long time. Used to run a crew with him.”
“What was his thing?”
“What do you mean 'his thing'?” Herbert turned away from the road to look at Darius. “You think this is Ocean's Eleven or something? A ragtag team of experts runnin' big-time heists robbing art museums and casinos?” Herbert shook his head. “Nah. We didn't have one job, one specialty. We were just a bunch of crooks trying to hustle some money. Some guys, they're ambitious. They wanna rule the world. Not us though. There were only four of us and we all were happy to survive.”
“What'd you do though?” Darius's voice was sharp with exasperation.
“All kinds of stuff. B and E. Underground gambling. Bootlegging. Dealin'. Protection.” He motioned to the back of the van. “Buried stiffs.”
“You ever kill anyone?”
Herbert nodded. “Yeah. We did some hits.”
“Shit...” Darius looked at Herbert with new eyes, as if he were seeing into the dark behind a curtain fluttering in the wind. “You ever...get in a shoot-out or something?”
Herbert laughed a short dry laugh. “Nah. We were good at our jobs. Only people who are bad at what they do get in shoot-outs. This ain't no movie. Hits were quick and dirty. In and out. No fuckin' around. The most dangerous jobs were the robberies...there were so many things that could go wrong...we've definitely took some risks, but they always paid off.”
“Damn...” Darius shook his head, a smile curling his lips. “That's crazy.”
“Yeah, it was crazy,” Herbert answered. “It wasn't glamorous. I see that look on your face. It wasn't a good life. When...the accident happened, I called it quits. Went mostly legit.”
“We're still burying stiffs, though.”
“I know,” Herbert said, not sounding very happy about it.
“Why? If you're trying to go legit?”
“Because up until two days ago, it was pretty easy money, wasn't it?”
Darius shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“And sometimes you gotta do shit you don't wanna do because of who's asking it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I'm just sayin' sometimes it's hard to say no to old friends.” Herbert tightened his grip on the wheel.
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“Where are we?” Darius said, looking out the window at the darkened buildings around them.
Herbert pulled the keys from the ignition. “I told you, we're meeting with an old contact.”
“He was one of the guys you ran with in your crew?”
“Yeah.”
“This the same guy that gives us the bodies to bury?”
Herbert looked over at Darius with narrowed eyes.
Darius smiled back with his mouth curled in a smirk. “You ain't that slick, Herbie. I'm not as dumb as you think. Smart enough to put two and two together, at least.”
“And you aren't as smart as you think, either. It's shit like this that'll get you in trouble. A piece of advice, D: keep your mouth shut. People don't need to know how much you know. You'd be a shit card player. You'd be tellin' everyone what cards you got.”
“Hey, I didn't get us wrapped up in this.” Darius shot back. “I figured out what we were getting in before the police came knocking, though. If you remember that in your old age, that is. Sometimes askin' questions keeps from getting you thrown in the back of a patrol car.”
Herbert smiled, defeated. “Well, good thing detective dipshit is on the case. Maybe you'll be able to get us out of this, seeing as we're about to see the guy who's responsible for getting us in it.”
Darius sucked his teeth and smiled. “You're the boss, Herbie. I'm just an extra set of hands.”
“Don't ever forget it.” Herbert got out of the van and Darius followed.

Today, I finally came clean about my gambling addiction that I have kept hidden from my friends, family, and girlfriend for over 3 years. I started gambling when I was 18. Christmas Eve night at midnight (birthdays on Christmas) I went to the casino because I was finally able to go legally. I got around $1,200 dollars for Christmas / my birthday that year. That night I took it all with me, and walked out with $7,800. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a very, very big problem. I was instantly hooked after that night. Then, $7,800 was life changing, I still had a couple months of high school left and thought I was on top of the world. I continued to gamble for the next couple of years, of course I lost, and won, but I always made sure I didn’t put myself in a bind. And that worked out great for several years. Fast forward to September 2019. I found online gambling. This was the biggest mistake I’ve made in my entire life. It’s easy to walk out out of a real casino when your down, the online casino, if I got down, I would deposit more, get up, lose it, deposit more. Never ending cycle of getting up, never walking away, and making another deposit. One day, I deposited $500 dollars. The next 48 hours was the biggest run I’ve ever had in my entire life. My Bovada account had $60,000 dollars in it and I had a pending withdrawal for $9,500. It was life changing, I finally thought that I was going to change my entire life, pay off my truck, buy my girlfriend a car, go on a trip, I was just thinking about all that I was going to do with that money. A couple days later the $9,500 withdrawal goes through and I’m ecstatic. I make another withdrawal for $9,500, 5 days goes by and nothing. I contact bovada, and they proceed to tell me that I have violated the user agreement by having two accounts. Which, is totally true. I did have two accounts and I was abusing bonuses. The account was closed, all the winnings wiped clean. I was sick, heart broken honestly. I then decide to start fresh on ignition, with the $9,500 I got away with. with one account only, all legit, only making bitcoin deposits. I lost it all. I lost all my savings, close to to $12,000, refinanced my truck for $10,000 more to get it back, Lost that. Got a personal loan for $6,000 dollars. Lost that. Maxed out my credit cards $2,500, borrowed money from family just to gamble, I’d come up, but wouldn’t walk away, and lose it all. It took all of this to finally realize I had a serious problem. I’d have $200 dollars in my account, and Instead of using that buy food, gas, etc I would deposit it just hoping I would win something. I went completely broke. Overdrawn my chase account $2,600 dollars, gambled away money that was supposed to be my mortgage payment / truck payment, loan payments, borrowed money from people knowing I could not pay them back unless I won. I still don’t know how I got to this point, how I let myself do all of this, how I lost all self control. As I’m typing this, I still don’t believe I did this to myself. But today, instead of lying to myself and everyone else around me about it any longer, I finally told myself, and my family, I have a gambling addiction. It took me coming to edge of bankruptcy to realize the amount of damage I have done in these few short months, I never want to put myself in this situation again, and I want to change. I’d love to hear how some of you have overcame your addiction, although I finally came clean and admitted I have a problem, I know I’m not out of the woods yet and have a long way to go.

This is an account of something bizarre and completely mental that happened to me a few years back when I got my first car. I was twenty years old and after much reluctance to get some driving lessons I finally gave in.
Growing up I had always been more of a cycling man and as far as I was concerned there wasn't any place I needed to get to that wasn't in cycling distance. Yes I was a moron.
It was only after losing out on a job I desperately wanted because they required you to have a valid driving licence that I finally saw sense. Still makes me laugh now as the job was in office administration, a position of course that didn't need me to drive as far as I could see but I don't make up the rules I guess.
So shortly after passing my test my father surprised me by giving me his own Ford Mondeo. I was so surprised by this kind gesture as I was always aware of how much he loved the car.
"It's that car Bond drives in Casino Royale!" He would mention time and time again.
"How can I afford the insurance on an engine of this size?" I asked my Dad, being careful not to sound like I wasn't thrilled with the gift.
"Oh it's fine I'll pay the insurance if you promise to be my chauffeur whenever I need a lift home from the pub because I'll be too shit faces to drive" he said proudly.
Needless to say I was completely overjoyed.
I spent my first few months driving anywhere, even to places that really didn't require me to drive. I would often make short trips to the corner store and of course i would spend time chauffeuring around the old man as was stated in our deal. I hadn't realised how many hobbies both my parents had until i had to drive to them.
Some time later I applied for and got an office job at a business park just outside of the city. I loved this as it meant I got to drive through country roads on my way to work each morning. There's nothing quite like driving past farmland with your windows down while listening to a little John Denver in the early hours.
The music choice was partly because my father left his CD's in the glove compartment and partly because I dig the classics.
As with most things though the novelty of the car began to fade as my responsibilities grew. I still loved to drive but it was mainly to and from work only as I lived in the city most things like shopping or meeting up with friends was within walking distance.
We're now coming to the reason I'm writing this story and not meaning to sound Cliché but it all started like a relatively normal morning.
I woke up at 6AM to the sounds of birds chirping and after a quick shower and breakfast I was already sat in my car at 6:45 fiddling with my phones Bluetooth.
I had been given a kit by a friend the night before where he stated I'd be able to play music from my phone via the car's radio without using an aux cord but I was failing miserably.
No matter how much I tried the Bluetooth just refused to connect and I ended up settling on another one of my dads CD's.
As I pulled off the duel carriageway I took a junction that lead out into rural countryside. I could breathe a little easier now as i was out of the city's early morning congestion. I still had twenty minutes of drive time so as with most mornings I cranked up the radio.
As I sat there listening to "Annie's Song" and watching as vertical white bars disappeared under the car's bonnet. Something caught my eye in the car's rear-view mirror.
Right behind my passenger seat sat a little boy with a red cap. He just sat there staring out the window absent minded. He looked so bored and... normal.
I know that's a weird thing to note under the circumstance but it's what I remember thinking at the time. He looked so normal sitting there that after my eyes locked on him they shifted back to the road.
It was only after a few seconds that i came to the stark realisation that "I don't have a kid!"
Admittedly I did something you should never do while driving but fortunately for me I was heading down a long stretch of road. My head snapped around to the back seat. He was still there only now his gaze had shifted from the window to me.
He looked startled and confused. I guess I must have looked the same way to him.
He wore a red cap that sat atop brown curly hair that stuck out from the sides, his eyes were blue and his face was full of freckles. Going by his outfit he looked like he was ether going to or leaving a football game.
After a moment of us both looking at each other I started to notice he was very afraid and before I could register anything else I remembered I was driving a damn car!
I quickly turned the correct way to find my exit was quickly approaching. I looked back to my mirror. "Where did you.." I began to shout but stopped when seeing the back seat completely empty.
My heart was racing from the fright so I pulled over to he side of the road and got out of the car. I took a few deep breaths and proceeded to walk around the car and even inspect the back seats until I was satisfied that there was no sign of a child ever being back there.
I wasn't sure what idea scared me more, that a child really had been back there or that i had been hallucinating. The prospect of having hallucinated was a very frightening prospect. It had never happened to me before and I was pretty damn sure I hadn't taken anything I shouldn't have.
As i stood there in the cold February breeze with the sound of traffic behind me I tried to rationalise what had just happened. You see before any of this had happened to me I was always a sceptic and didn't believe in the paranormal so It wasn't long before i reached the conclusion i had some sort of mental episode.
When I got to work it became apparent that my mind was elsewhere. No matter how many times i attempted to be productive I couldn't stop thinking about the kid.
If he was indeed an hallucination why him? Why so much detail?
It wasn't too long before my supervisor stopped me in the hallway and asked me if I was feeling alright as, according to him I looked a little shaken and not myself.
I didn't tell him what had happened but I asked if I could go home as I wasn't feeling well. He obliged and I quickly got my things to leave.
As I made my way outside to the entrance I breathed in the early morning air. It was cold but I liked it, the cold was sharp enough to keep me grounded when I felt like I was losing my mind.
I slowly made my way across the car park to my Ford and before getting in I walked around the car a few times again. The car was completely empty.
"Maybe he sneaked in before you left this morning?" My brain tried to rationalise. But it was to no avail.
"Then where did he disappear to?" It interjected.
I finally got the courage to sit in the driving seat and put my seat belt on before taking out my phone and calling my mother. After a few rings she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mum it's me" i said quietly.
"Oh what's happened?" She asked.
I began to feel tears in my eyes.
Ever since I was a child my mother has always had the ability to know when something was wrong even when I tried my absolute best to sound fine.
"How did you know something was wrong?" I laughed a little.
"I've just had a feeling all morning like something bad was going to happen and you sound upset" she finished.
"Well I think I might be unwell or something.... i hallucinated this morning, I saw something while driving I can't explain" I admitted.
It's funny what happens when you give voice to what's worrying you, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders a little as I uttered the words.
There was a pause before my mom spoke again.
"What did you see?" She asked cautiously.
"I'll tell you when I see you I'll head on over if that's alright, should be about twenty minutes or so" I finished.
"Okay love I'll put the kettle on" she finished followed by a click and dial tone.
I smiled and wiped the tears that had accumulated on my cheek and put the key in the ignition.
After about five minutes I began to feel more at ease, I had driven along the same stretch of road where I had seen the boy earlier and nothing happened. Another five minutes and I'd be back in the city and on my way to my parent's house.
Just then my heart sank completely.
"Who are you?" asked the young voice behind me.
I have never felt so much dread in all my life. The sort of dread you feel in the pit of your stomach. I suddenly went numb as my gaze began to shift leaving the road, up over my dashboard and up to my mirror.
The boy sat in the chair with his seat belt fastened, his hands folded in his lap and his bright red cap beaming a Coca-Cola logo. His look was one of confusion and fear as he stared at me through the rear view mirror.
Just then as my stress was about to reach breaking point i decided it best to pull over again. This time i made as much effort to do so while still keeping my eyes on the little boy.
The car came to a halt in a layby of a surprisingly empty bus shelter.
"Thank god" i thought. Last thing I wanted right now was an audience to the unravelling of my mind. I turned to find the boy still sitting there. Choosing my words carefully and shakily asked.
"Where did you come from?"
The boy's eyebrows lowered before his reply.
"Where did you come from? where's my dad?" he asked.
It was a legit question, Perfectly reasonable under the circumstance but a question of course i couldn't answer. Just then i noticed he was starting to cry. This felt so wrong... why was my hallucination sat here crying to me?
Just then a hefty dose of reality hit me in the form of a loud horn from an approaching bus. I looked to my side mirror to see a very pissed off driver giving me the sort of look you wouldn't give your worst enemy.
I looked to the back seat to once again find it completely empty.
"Okay It's official" i thought.
"I have lost my fucking mind"
The sad realisation washed over me depressingly and i thought it best before anything else i complete my journey to my parents.
As i entered my parents home i was relieved to find both Mum and Dad sitting at the kitchen table with my cup of tea at the ready. But before i could even think about reaching for it my heart broke. I started crying.
A grown man crying in front of his parents. I felt so much... shame in myself for breaking this way and in front of them. My father walked over and put his arms around me.
"Hay come on lad" he quipped trying to be chirpy.
"Your mother has told me what happened" he admitted.
I sat down in the chair and wiped my face.
"It happened again on my way home, i think I'm seeing things" i said grimly.
As i sat there drinking my tea and relating the worst morning of my life to very concerned looking parents i noticed that my mother kept looking to my father, specifically when i mentioned the red cap.
When i finished my story i felt calmer, more at ease but then again i am British and it's amazing what a good cup of tea can do for the mind and body.
My mum spoke first.
"Son, I think you might not be hallucinating..." she said reassuringly.
"I mean yes if it carries on happening then we go see a doctor but there's something your dad should probably tell you first" she finished looking to my old man.
My father looked at me and sighed and then back to my mother. "He even has the same coat" he laughed in what looked like disbelief.
Mum gave Dad a stare and his attention was quickly brought back to me.
"What are you talking about?" i asked looking over at my quilted burgundy coat that was now hanging on the side of my chair.
"Back when i was young my father, your grandfather used to take me to football practice every Sunday" he said this with a smile as he remembered.
I already knew this story. My dad played football well into his late teens before meeting my mother.
"One day on my way to practice I had fallen a sleep in the back of the car, i had a late one the night before you see so i was knackered"
He looked at my mother again for reassurance and she nodded.
"When I woke up i found myself in someone else's car" he said again.
"What?" i asked in shock.
"I remember being so terrified, one moment i was there watching my father drive, my eyes started getting heavy and the next thing i know this strange man is in front and we're driving somewhere i had never seen before" He took hold of my mothers hand and squeezed it.
"It had happened three times in total and your grandparents thought I'd dreamt it after falling a sleep in the car, thought it was just my imagination but it felt so real" he finished.
I could't believe what i was hearing, this entire ordeal sounded like something out of the twilight zone but i could see it in my parents faces and my father's tone. This wasn't a wind up, this was a serious discussion.
"What did the man look like?" i asked, while having a feeling that i already knew the answer.
"Well i was only eight years old at the time, the memory has faded some what but i do remember what his coat looked like" He finished by pointing at my coat over on the chair.

I know everyone thinks this and it's toxic. But I'm thinking Ignition Casino has to be rigged
Literally every time I play some stupidly absurd thing happens. I might just be the unluckiest player in the world but I cannot comprehend it.
For example, I have a 2 pair of AJ and the opponent calls with just a pair of aces and a low kicker and 2 diamonds. Suddenly the turn and river is 2 diamonds and he hits a flush. Okay fine. These things happen.
Couple hands later I trap 10 10 with A A. The flop is 4 J 9 then of course 8 Q on the river for his straight.
Couple hands later I have 3 3 and a 3 on flop. Opponent calls with 55 on turn and hits his 5 on river.
There is literally nothing I can do because everything I do I get robbed. I know "this is poker", but this stuff happens online every single play for me. Legit every time I play online and am favored like 80% I somehow lose the hand. Its a joke. IC has to be rigged

This is an account of something bizarre and completely mental that happened to me a few years back when I got my first car. I was twenty years old and after much reluctance to get some driving lessons I finally gave in.
Growing up I had always been more of a cycling man and as far as I was concerned there wasn't any place I needed to get to that wasn't in cycling distance. Yes I was a moron.
It was only after losing out on a job I desperately wanted because they required you to have a valid driving licence that I finally saw sense. Still makes me laugh now as the job was in office administration, a position of course that didn't need me to drive as far as I could see but I don't make up the rules I guess.
So shortly after passing my test my father surprised me by giving me his own Ford Mondeo. I was so surprised by this kind gesture as I was always aware of how much he loved the car.
"It's that car Bond drives in Casino Royale!" He would mention time and time again.
"How can I afford the insurance on an engine of this size?" I asked my Dad, being careful not to sound like I wasn't thrilled with the gift.
"Oh it's fine I'll pay the insurance if you promise to be my chauffeur whenever I need a lift home from the pub because I'll be too shit faces to drive" he said proudly.
Needless to say I was completely overjoyed.
I spent my first few months driving anywhere, even to places that really didn't require me to drive. I would often make short trips to the corner store and of course i would spend time chauffeuring around the old man as was stated in our deal. I hadn't realised how many hobbies both my parents had until i had to drive to them.
Some time later I applied for and got an office job at a business park just outside of the city. I loved this as it meant I got to drive through country roads on my way to work each morning. There's nothing quite like driving past farmland with your windows down while listening to a little John Denver in the early hours.
The music choice was partly because my father left his CD's in the glove compartment and partly because I dig the classics.
As with most things though the novelty of the car began to fade as my responsibilities grew. I still loved to drive but it was mainly to and from work only as I lived in the city most things like shopping or meeting up with friends was within walking distance.
We're now coming to the reason I'm writing this story and not meaning to sound Cliché but it all started like a relatively normal morning.
I woke up at 6AM to the sounds of birds chirping and after a quick shower and breakfast I was already sat in my car at 6:45 fiddling with my phones Bluetooth.
I had been given a kit by a friend the night before where he stated I'd be able to play music from my phone via the car's radio without using an aux cord but I was failing miserably.
No matter how much I tried the Bluetooth just refused to connect and I ended up settling on another one of my dads CD's.
As I pulled off the duel carriageway I took a junction that lead out into rural countryside. I could breathe a little easier now as i was out of the city's early morning congestion. I still had twenty minutes of drive time so as with most mornings I cranked up the radio.
As I sat there listening to "Annie's Song" and watching as vertical white bars disappeared under the car's bonnet. Something caught my eye in the car's rear-view mirror.
Right behind my passenger seat sat a little boy with a red cap. He just sat there staring out the window absent minded. He looked so bored and... normal.
I know that's a weird thing to note under the circumstance but it's what I remember thinking at the time. He looked so normal sitting there that after my eyes locked on him they shifted back to the road.
It was only after a few seconds that i came to the stark realisation that "I don't have a kid!"
Admittedly I did something you should never do while driving but fortunately for me I was heading down a long stretch of road. My head snapped around to the back seat. He was still there only now his gaze had shifted from the window to me.
He looked startled and confused. I guess I must have looked the same way to him.
He wore a red cap that sat atop brown curly hair that stuck out from the sides, his eyes were blue and his face was full of freckles. Going by his outfit he looked like he was ether going to or leaving a football game.
After a moment of us both looking at each other I started to notice he was very afraid and before I could register anything else I remembered I was driving a damn car!
I quickly turned the correct way to find my exit was quickly approaching. I looked back to my mirror. "Where did you.." I began to shout but stopped when seeing the back seat completely empty.
My heart was racing from the fright so I pulled over to he side of the road and got out of the car. I took a few deep breaths and proceeded to walk around the car and even inspect the back seats until I was satisfied that there was no sign of a child ever being back there.
I wasn't sure what idea scared me more, that a child really had been back there or that i had been hallucinating. The prospect of having hallucinated was a very frightening prospect. It had never happened to me before and I was pretty damn sure I hadn't taken anything I shouldn't have.
As i stood there in the cold February breeze with the sound of traffic behind me I tried to rationalise what had just happened. You see before any of this had happened to me I was always a sceptic and didn't believe in the paranormal so It wasn't long before i reached the conclusion i had some sort of mental episode.
When I got to work it became apparent that my mind was elsewhere. No matter how many times i attempted to be productive I couldn't stop thinking about the kid.
If he was indeed an hallucination why him? Why so much detail?
It wasn't too long before my supervisor stopped me in the hallway and asked me if I was feeling alright as, according to him I looked a little shaken and not myself.
I didn't tell him what had happened but I asked if I could go home as I wasn't feeling well. He obliged and I quickly got my things to leave.
As I made my way outside to the entrance I breathed in the early morning air. It was cold but I liked it, the cold was sharp enough to keep me grounded when I felt like I was losing my mind.
I slowly made my way across the car park to my Ford and before getting in I walked around the car a few times again. The car was completely empty.
"Maybe he sneaked in before you left this morning?" My brain tried to rationalise. But it was to no avail.
"Then where did he disappear to?" It interjected.
I finally got the courage to sit in the driving seat and put my seat belt on before taking out my phone and calling my mother. After a few rings she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mum it's me" i said quietly.
"Oh what's happened?" She asked.
I began to feel tears in my eyes.
Ever since I was a child my mother has always had the ability to know when something was wrong even when I tried my absolute best to sound fine.
"How did you know something was wrong?" I laughed a little.
"I've just had a feeling all morning like something bad was going to happen and you sound upset" she finished.
"Well I think I might be unwell or something.... i hallucinated this morning, I saw something while driving I can't explain" I admitted.
It's funny what happens when you give voice to what's worrying you, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders a little as I uttered the words.
There was a pause before my mom spoke again.
"What did you see?" She asked cautiously.
"I'll tell you when I see you I'll head on over if that's alright, should be about twenty minutes or so" I finished.
"Okay love I'll put the kettle on" she finished followed by a click and dial tone.
I smiled and wiped the tears that had accumulated on my cheek and put the key in the ignition.
After about five minutes I began to feel more at ease, I had driven along the same stretch of road where I had seen the boy earlier and nothing happened. Another five minutes and I'd be back in the city and on my way to my parent's house.
Just then my heart sank completely.
"Who are you?" asked the young voice behind me.
I have never felt so much dread in all my life. The sort of dread you feel in the pit of your stomach. I suddenly went numb as my gaze began to shift leaving the road, up over my dashboard and up to my mirror.
The boy sat in the chair with his seat belt fastened, his hands folded in his lap and his bright red cap beaming a Coca-Cola logo. His look was one of confusion and fear as he stared at me through the rear view mirror.
Just then as my stress was about to reach breaking point i decided it best to pull over again. This time i made as much effort to do so while still keeping my eyes on the little boy.
The car came to a halt in a layby of a surprisingly empty bus shelter.
"Thank god" i thought. Last thing I wanted right now was an audience to the unravelling of my mind. I turned to find the boy still sitting there. Choosing my words carefully and shakily asked.
"Where did you come from?"
The boy's eyebrows lowered before his reply.
"Where did you come from? where's my dad?" he asked.
It was a legit question, Perfectly reasonable under the circumstance but a question of course i couldn't answer. Just then i noticed he was starting to cry. This felt so wrong... why was my hallucination sat here crying to me?
Just then a hefty dose of reality hit me in the form of a loud horn from an approaching bus. I looked to my side mirror to see a very pissed off driver giving me the sort of look you wouldn't give your worst enemy.
I looked to the back seat to once again find it completely empty.
"Okay It's official" i thought.
"I have lost my fucking mind"
The sad realisation washed over me depressingly and i thought it best before anything else i complete my journey to my parents.
As i entered my parents home i was relieved to find both Mum and Dad sitting at the kitchen table with my cup of tea at the ready. But before i could even think about reaching for it my heart broke. I started crying.
A grown man crying in front of his parents. I felt so much... shame in myself for breaking this way and in front of them. My father walked over and put his arms around me.
"Hay come on lad" he quipped trying to be chirpy.
"Your mother has told me what happened" he admitted.
I sat down in the chair and wiped my face.
"It happened again on my way home, i think I'm seeing things" i said grimly.
As i sat there drinking my tea and relating the worst morning of my life to very concerned looking parents i noticed that my mother kept looking to my father, specifically when i mentioned the red cap.
When i finished my story i felt calmer, more at ease but then again i am British and it's amazing what a good cup of tea can do for the mind and body.
My mum spoke first.
"Son, I think you might not be hallucinating..." she said reassuringly.
"I mean yes if it carries on happening then we go see a doctor but there's something your dad should probably tell you first" she finished looking to my old man.
My father looked at me and sighed and then back to my mother. "He even has the same coat" he laughed in what looked like disbelief.
Mum gave Dad a stare and his attention was quickly brought back to me.
"What are you talking about?" i asked looking over at my quilted burgundy coat that was now hanging on the side of my chair.
"Back when i was young my father, your grandfather used to take me to football practice every Sunday" he said this with a smile as he remembered.
I already knew this story. My dad played football well into his late teens before meeting my mother.
"One day on my way to practice I had fallen a sleep in the back of the car, i had a late one the night before you see so i was knackered"
He looked at my mother again for reassurance and she nodded.
"When I woke up i found myself in someone else's car" he said again.
"What?" i asked in shock.
"I remember being so terrified, one moment i was there watching my father drive, my eyes started getting heavy and the next thing i know this strange man is in front and we're driving somewhere i had never seen before" He took hold of my mothers hand and squeezed it.
"It had happened three times in total and your grandparents thought i dreamt it after falling a sleep in the car, thought it was just my imagination but it felt so real" he finished.
I could't believe what i was hearing, this entire ordeal sounded like something out of the twilight zone but i could see it in my parents faces and my father's tone. This wasn't a wind up, this was a serious discussion.
"What did the man look like?" i asked, while having a feeling that i already knew the answer.
"Well i was only eight years old at the time, the memory has faded some what but i do remember what his coat looked like" He finished by pointing at my coat over on the chair.

This is an account of something bizarre and completely mental that happened to me a few years back when I got my first car. I was twenty years old and after much reluctance to get some driving lessons I finally gave in.
Growing up I had always been more of a cycling man and as far as I was concerned there wasn't any place I needed to get to that wasn't in cycling distance. Yes I was a moron.
It was only after losing out on a job I desperately wanted because they required you to have a valid driving licence that I finally saw sense. Still makes me laugh now as the job was in office administration, a position of course that didn't need me to drive as far as I could see but I don't make up the rules I guess.
So shortly after passing my test my father surprised me by giving me his own Ford Mondeo. I was so surprised by this kind gesture as I was always aware of how much he loved the car.
"It's that car Bond drives in Casino Royale!" He would mention time and time again.
"How can I afford the insurance on an engine of this size?" I asked my Dad, being careful not to sound like I wasn't thrilled with the gift.
"Oh it's fine I'll pay the insurance if you promise to be my chauffeur whenever I need a lift home from the pub because I'll be too shit faces to drive" he said proudly.
Needless to say I was completely overjoyed.
I spent my first few months driving anywhere, even to places that really didn't require me to drive. I would often make short trips to the corner store and of course i would spend time chauffeuring around the old man as was stated in our deal. I hadn't realised how many hobbies both my parents had until i had to drive to them.
Some time later I applied for and got an office job at a business park just outside of the city. I loved this as it meant I got to drive through country roads on my way to work each morning. There's nothing quite like driving past farmland with your windows down while listening to a little John Denver in the early hours.
The music choice was partly because my father left his CD's in the glove compartment and partly because I dig the classics.
As with most things though the novelty of the car began to fade as my responsibilities grew. I still loved to drive but it was mainly to and from work only as I lived in the city most things like shopping or meeting up with friends was within walking distance.
We're now coming to the reason I'm writing this story and not meaning to sound Cliché but it all started like a relatively normal morning.
I woke up at 6AM to the sounds of birds chirping and after a quick shower and breakfast I was already sat in my car at 6:45 fiddling with my phones Bluetooth.
I had been given a kit by a friend the night before where he stated I'd be able to play music from my phone via the car's radio without using an aux cord but I was failing miserably.
No matter how much I tried the Bluetooth just refused to connect and I ended up settling on another one of my dads CD's.
As I pulled off the duel carriageway I took a junction that lead out into rural countryside. I could breathe a little easier now as i was out of the city's early morning congestion. I still had twenty minutes of drive time so as with most mornings I cranked up the radio.
As I sat there listening to "Annie's Song" and watching as vertical white bars disappeared under the car's bonnet. Something caught my eye in the car's rear-view mirror.
Right behind my passenger seat sat a little boy with a red cap. He just sat there staring out the window absent minded. He looked so bored and... normal.
I know that's a weird thing to note under the circumstance but it's what I remember thinking at the time. He looked so normal sitting there that after my eyes locked on him they shifted back to the road.
It was only after a few seconds that i came to the stark realisation that "I don't have a kid!"
Admittedly I did something you should never do while driving but fortunately for me I was heading down a long stretch of road. My head snapped around to the back seat. He was still there only now his gaze had shifted from the window to me.
He looked startled and confused. I guess I must have looked the same way to him.
He wore a red cap that sat atop brown curly hair that stuck out from the sides, his eyes were blue and his face was full of freckles. Going by his outfit he looked like he was ether going to or leaving a football game.
After a moment of us both looking at each other I started to notice he was very afraid and before I could register anything else I remembered I was driving a damn car!
I quickly turned the correct way to find my exit was quickly approaching. I looked back to my mirror. "Where did you.." I began to shout but stopped when seeing the back seat completely empty.
My heart was racing from the fright so I pulled over to he side of the road and got out of the car. I took a few deep breaths and proceeded to walk around the car and even inspect the back seats until I was satisfied that there was no sign of a child ever being back there.
I wasn't sure what idea scared me more, that a child really had been back there or that i had been hallucinating. The prospect of having hallucinated was a very frightening prospect. It had never happened to me before and I was pretty damn sure I hadn't taken anything I shouldn't have.
As i stood there in the cold February breeze with the sound of traffic behind me I tried to rationalise what had just happened. You see before any of this had happened to me I was always a sceptic and didn't believe in the paranormal so It wasn't long before i reached the conclusion i had some sort of mental episode.
When I got to work it became apparent that my mind was elsewhere. No matter how many times i attempted to be productive I couldn't stop thinking about the kid.
If he was indeed an hallucination why him? Why so much detail?
It wasn't too long before my supervisor stopped me in the hallway and asked me if I was feeling alright as, according to him I looked a little shaken and not myself.
I didn't tell him what had happened but I asked if I could go home as I wasn't feeling well. He obliged and I quickly got my things to leave.
As I made my way outside to the entrance I breathed in the early morning air. It was cold but I liked it, the cold was sharp enough to keep me grounded when I felt like I was losing my mind.
I slowly made my way across the car park to my Ford and before getting in I walked around the car a few times again. The car was completely empty.
"Maybe he sneaked in before you left this morning?" My brain tried to rationalise. But it was to no avail.
"Then where did he disappear to?" It interjected.
I finally got the courage to sit in the driving seat and put my seat belt on before taking out my phone and calling my mother. After a few rings she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mum it's me" i said quietly.
"Oh what's happened?" She asked.
I began to feel tears in my eyes.
Ever since I was a child my mother has always had the ability to know when something was wrong even when I tried my absolute best to sound fine.
"How did you know something was wrong?" I laughed a little.
"I've just had a feeling all morning like something bad was going to happen and you sound upset" she finished.
"Well I think I might be unwell or something.... i hallucinated this morning, I saw something while driving I can't explain" I admitted.
It's funny what happens when you give voice to what's worrying you, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders a little as I uttered the words.
There was a pause before my mom spoke again.
"What did you see?" She asked cautiously.
"I'll tell you when I see you I'll head on over if that's alright, should be about twenty minutes or so" I finished.
"Okay love I'll put the kettle on" she finished followed by a click and dial tone.
I smiled and wiped the tears that had accumulated on my cheek and put the key in the ignition.
After about five minutes I began to feel more at ease, I had driven along the same stretch of road where I had seen the boy earlier and nothing happened. Another five minutes and I'd be back in the city and on my way to my parent's house.
Just then my heart sank completely.
"Who are you?" asked the young voice behind me.
I have never felt so much dread in all my life. The sort of dread you feel in the pit of your stomach. I suddenly went numb as my gaze began to shift leaving the road, up over my dashboard and up to my mirror.
The boy sat in the chair with his seat belt fastened, his hands folded in his lap and his bright red cap beaming a Coca-Cola logo. His look was one of confusion and fear as he stared at me through the rear view mirror.
Just then as my stress was about to reach breaking point i decided it best to pull over again. This time i made as much effort to do so while still keeping my eyes on the little boy.
The car came to a halt in a layby of a surprisingly empty bus shelter.
"Thank god" i thought. Last thing I wanted right now was an audience to the unravelling of my mind. I turned to find the boy still sitting there. Choosing my words carefully and shakily asked.
"Where did you come from?"
The boy's eyebrows lowered before his reply.
"Where did you come from? where's my dad?" he asked.
It was a legit question, Perfectly reasonable under the circumstance but a question of course i couldn't answer. Just then i noticed he was starting to cry. This felt so wrong... why was my hallucination sat here crying to me?
Just then a hefty dose of reality hit me in the form of a loud horn from an approaching bus. I looked to my side mirror to see a very pissed off driver giving me the sort of look you wouldn't give your worst enemy.
I looked to the back seat to once again find it completely empty.
"Okay It's official" i thought.
"I have lost my fucking mind"
The sad realisation washed over me depressingly and i thought it best before anything else i complete my journey to my parents.
As i entered my parents home i was relieved to find both Mum and Dad sitting at the kitchen table with my cup of tea at the ready. But before i could even think about reaching for it my heart broke. I started crying.
A grown man crying in front of his parents. I felt so much... shame in myself for breaking this way and in front of them. My father walked over and put his arms around me.
"Hay come on lad" he quipped trying to be chirpy.
"Your mother has told me what happened" he admitted.
I sat down in the chair and wiped my face.
"It happened again on my way home, i think I'm seeing things" i said grimly.
As i sat there drinking my tea and relating the worst morning of my life to very concerned looking parents i noticed that my mother kept looking to my father, specifically when i mentioned the red cap.
When i finished my story i felt calmer, more at ease but then again i am British and it's amazing what a good cup of tea can do for the mind and body.
My mum spoke first.
"Son, I think you might not be hallucinating..." she said reassuringly.
"I mean yes if it carries on happening then we go see a doctor but there's something your dad should probably tell you first" she finished looking to my old man.
My father looked at me and sighed and then back to my mother. "He even has the same coat" he laughed in what looked like disbelief.
Mum gave Dad a stare and his attention was quickly brought back to me.
"What are you talking about?" i asked looking over at my quilted burgundy coat that was now hanging on the side of my chair.
"Back when i was young my father, your grandfather used to take me to football practice every Sunday" he said this with a smile as he remembered.
I already knew this story. My dad played football well into his late teens before meeting my mother.
"One day on my way to practice I had fallen a sleep in the back of the car, i had a late one the night before you see so i was knackered"
He looked at my mother again for reassurance and she nodded.
"When I woke up i found myself in someone else's car" he said again.
"What?" i asked in shock.
"I remember being so terrified, one moment i was there watching my father drive, my eyes started getting heavy and the next thing i know this strange man is in front and we're driving somewhere i had never seen before" He took hold of my mothers hand and squeezed it.
"It had happened three times in total and your grandparents thought i dreamt it after falling a sleep in the car, thought it was just my imagination but it felt so real" he finished.
I could't believe what i was hearing, this entire ordeal sounded like something out of the twilight zone but i could see it in my parents faces and my father's tone. This wasn't a wind up, this was a serious discussion.
"What did the man look like?" i asked, while having a feeling that i already knew the answer.
"Well i was only eight years old at the time, the memory has faded some what but i do remember what his coat looked like" He finished by pointing at my coat over on the chair.

This is an account of something bizarre and completely mental that happened to me a few years back when I got my first car. I was twenty years old and after much reluctance to get some driving lessons I finally gave in.
Growing up I had always been more of a cycling man and as far as I was concerned there wasn't any place I needed to get to that wasn't in cycling distance. Yes I was a moron.
It was only after losing out on a job I desperately wanted because they required you to have a valid driving licence that I finally saw sense. Still makes me laugh now as the job was in office administration, a position of course that didn't need me to drive as far as I could see but I don't make up the rules I guess.
So shortly after passing my test my father surprised me by giving me his own Ford Mondeo. I was so surprised by this kind gesture as I was always aware of how much he loved the car.
"It's that car Bond drives in Casino Royale!" He would mention time and time again.
"How can I afford the insurance on an engine of this size?" I asked my Dad, being careful not to sound like I wasn't thrilled with the gift.
"Oh it's fine I'll pay the insurance if you promise to be my chauffeur whenever I need a lift home from the pub because I'll be too shit faces to drive" he said proudly.
Needless to say I was completely overjoyed.
I spent my first few months driving anywhere, even to places that really didn't require me to drive. I would often make short trips to the corner store and of course i would spend time chauffeuring around the old man as was stated in our deal. I hadn't realised how many hobbies both my parents had until i had to drive to them.
Some time later I applied for and got an office job at a business park just outside of the city. I loved this as it meant I got to drive through country roads on my way to work each morning. There's nothing quite like driving past farmland with your windows down while listening to a little John Denver in the early hours.
The music choice was partly because my father left his CD's in the glove compartment and partly because I dig the classics.
As with most things though the novelty of the car began to fade as my responsibilities grew. I still loved to drive but it was mainly to and from work only as I lived in the city most things like shopping or meeting up with friends was within walking distance.
We're now coming to the reason I'm writing this story and not meaning to sound Cliché but it all started like a relatively normal morning.
I woke up at 6AM to the sounds of birds chirping and after a quick shower and breakfast I was already sat in my car at 6:45 fiddling with my phones Bluetooth.
I had been given a kit by a friend the night before where he stated I'd be able to play music from my phone via the car's radio without using an aux cord but I was failing miserably.
No matter how much I tried the Bluetooth just refused to connect and I ended up settling on another one of my dads CD's.
As I pulled off the duel carriageway I took a junction that lead out into rural countryside. I could breathe a little easier now as i was out of the city's early morning congestion. I still had twenty minutes of drive time so as with most mornings I cranked up the radio.
As I sat there listening to "Annie's Song" and watching as vertical white bars disappeared under the car's bonnet. Something caught my eye in the car's rear-view mirror.
Right behind my passenger seat sat a little boy with a red cap. He just sat there staring out the window absent minded. He looked so bored and... normal.
I know that's a weird thing to note under the circumstance but it's what I remember thinking at the time. He looked so normal sitting there that after my eyes locked on him they shifted back to the road.
It was only after a few seconds that i came to the stark realisation that "I don't have a kid!"
Admittedly I did something you should never do while driving but fortunately for me I was heading down a long stretch of road. My head snapped around to the back seat. He was still there only now his gaze had shifted from the window to me.
He looked startled and confused. I guess I must have looked the same way to him.
He wore a red cap that sat atop brown curly hair that stuck out from the sides, his eyes were blue and his face was full of freckles. Going by his outfit he looked like he was ether going to or leaving a football game.
After a moment of us both looking at each other I started to notice he was very afraid and before I could register anything else I remembered I was driving a damn car!
I quickly turned the correct way to find my exit was quickly approaching. I looked back to my mirror. "Where did you.." I began to shout but stopped when seeing the back seat completely empty.
My heart was racing from the fright so I pulled over to he side of the road and got out of the car. I took a few deep breaths and proceeded to walk around the car and even inspect the back seats until I was satisfied that there was no sign of a child ever being back there.
I wasn't sure what idea scared me more, that a child really had been back there or that i had been hallucinating. The prospect of having hallucinated was a very frightening prospect. It had never happened to me before and I was pretty damn sure I hadn't taken anything I shouldn't have.
As i stood there in the cold February breeze with the sound of traffic behind me I tried to rationalise what had just happened. You see before any of this had happened to me I was always a sceptic and didn't believe in the paranormal so It wasn't long before i reached the conclusion i had some sort of mental episode.
When I got to work it became apparent that my mind was elsewhere. No matter how many times i attempted to be productive I couldn't stop thinking about the kid.
If he was indeed an hallucination why him? Why so much detail?
It wasn't too long before my supervisor stopped me in the hallway and asked me if I was feeling alright as, according to him I looked a little shaken and not myself.
I didn't tell him what had happened but I asked if I could go home as I wasn't feeling well. He obliged and I quickly got my things to leave.
As I made my way outside to the entrance I breathed in the early morning air. It was cold but I liked it, the cold was sharp enough to keep me grounded when I felt like I was losing my mind.
I slowly made my way across the car park to my Ford and before getting in I walked around the car a few times again. The car was completely empty.
"Maybe he sneaked in before you left this morning?" My brain tried to rationalise. But it was to no avail.
"Then where did he disappear to?" It interjected.
I finally got the courage to sit in the driving seat and put my seat belt on before taking out my phone and calling my mother. After a few rings she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mum it's me" i said quietly.
"Oh what's happened?" She asked.
I began to feel tears in my eyes.
Ever since I was a child my mother has always had the ability to know when something was wrong even when I tried my absolute best to sound fine.
"How did you know something was wrong?" I laughed a little.
"I've just had a feeling all morning like something bad was going to happen and you sound upset" she finished.
"Well I think I might be unwell or something.... i hallucinated this morning, I saw something while driving I can't explain" I admitted.
It's funny what happens when you give voice to what's worrying you, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders a little as I uttered the words.
There was a pause before my mom spoke again.
"What did you see?" She asked cautiously.
"I'll tell you when I see you I'll head on over if that's alright, should be about twenty minutes or so" I finished.
"Okay love I'll put the kettle on" she finished followed by a click and dial tone.
I smiled and wiped the tears that had accumulated on my cheek and put the key in the ignition.
After about five minutes I began to feel more at ease, I had driven along the same stretch of road where I had seen the boy earlier and nothing happened. Another five minutes and I'd be back in the city and on my way to my parent's house.
Just then my heart sank completely.
"Who are you?" asked the young voice behind me.
I have never felt so much dread in all my life. The sort of dread you feel in the pit of your stomach. I suddenly went numb as my gaze began to shift leaving the road, up over my dashboard and up to my mirror.
The boy sat in the chair with his seat belt fastened, his hands folded in his lap and his bright red cap beaming a Coca-Cola logo. His look was one of confusion and fear as he stared at me through the rear view mirror.
Just then as my stress was about to reach breaking point i decided it best to pull over again. This time i made as much effort to do so while still keeping my eyes on the little boy.
The car came to a halt in a layby of a surprisingly empty bus shelter.
"Thank god" i thought. Last thing I wanted right now was an audience to the unravelling of my mind. I turned to find the boy still sitting there. Choosing my words carefully and shakily asked.
"Where did you come from?"
The boy's eyebrows lowered before his reply.
"Where did you come from? where's my dad?" he asked.
It was a legit question, Perfectly reasonable under the circumstance but a question of course i couldn't answer. Just then i noticed he was starting to cry. This felt so wrong... why was my hallucination sat here crying to me?
Just then a hefty dose of reality hit me in the form of a loud horn from an approaching bus. I looked to my side mirror to see a very pissed off driver giving me the sort of look you wouldn't give your worst enemy.
I looked to the back seat to once again find it completely empty.
"Okay It's official" i thought.
"I have lost my fucking mind"
The sad realisation washed over me depressingly and i thought it best before anything else i complete my journey to my parents.
As i entered my parents home i was relieved to find both Mum and Dad sitting at the kitchen table with my cup of tea at the ready. But before i could even think about reaching for it my heart broke. I started crying.
A grown man crying in front of his parents. I felt so much... shame in myself for breaking this way and in front of them. My father walked over and put his arms around me.
"Hay come on lad" he quipped trying to be chirpy.
"Your mother has told me what happened" he admitted.
I sat down in the chair and wiped my face.
"It happened again on my way home, i think I'm seeing things" i said grimly.
As i sat there drinking my tea and relating the worst morning of my life to very concerned looking parents i noticed that my mother kept looking to my father, specifically when i mentioned the red cap.
When i finished my story i felt calmer, more at ease but then again i am British and it's amazing what a good cup of tea can do for the mind and body.
My mum spoke first.
"Son, I think you might not be hallucinating..." she said reassuringly.
"I mean yes if it carries on happening then we go see a doctor but there's something your dad should probably tell you first" she finished looking to my old man.
My father looked at me and sighed and then back to my mother. "He even has the same coat" he laughed in what looked like disbelief.
Mum gave Dad a stare and his attention was quickly brought back to me.
"What are you talking about?" i asked looking over at my quilted burgundy coat that was now hanging on the side of my chair.
"Back when i was young my father, your grandfather used to take me to football practice every Sunday" he said this with a smile as he remembered.
I already knew this story. My dad played football well into his late teens before meeting my mother.
"One day on my way to practice I had fallen a sleep in the back of the car, i had a late one the night before you see so i was knackered"
He looked at my mother again for reassurance and she nodded.
"When I woke up i found myself in someone else's car" he said again.
"What?" i asked in shock.
"I remember being so terrified, one moment i was there watching my father drive, my eyes started getting heavy and the next thing i know this strange man is in front and we're driving somewhere i had never seen before" He took hold of my mothers hand and squeezed it.
"It had happened three times in total and your grandparents thought I'd dreamt it after falling a sleep in the car, thought it was just my imagination but it felt so real" he finished.
I could't believe what i was hearing, this entire ordeal sounded like something out of the twilight zone but i could see it in my parents faces and my father's tone. This wasn't a wind up, this was a serious discussion.
"What did the man look like?" i asked, while having a feeling that i already knew the answer.
"Well i was only eight years old at the time, the memory has faded some what but i do remember what his coat looked like" He finished by pointing at my coat over on the chair.

This is an account of something bizarre and completely mental that happened to me a few years back when I got my first car. I was twenty years old and after much reluctance to get some driving lessons I finally gave in.
Growing up I had always been more of a cycling man and as far as I was concerned there wasn't any place I needed to get to that wasn't in cycling distance. Yes I was a moron.
It was only after losing out on a job I desperately wanted because they required you to have a valid driving licence that I finally saw sense. Still makes me laugh now as the job was in office administration, a position of course that didn't need me to drive as far as I could see but I don't make up the rules I guess.
So shortly after passing my test my father surprised me by giving me his own Ford Mondeo. I was so surprised by this kind gesture as I was always aware of how much he loved the car.
"It's that car Bond drives in Casino Royale!" He would mention time and time again.
"How can I afford the insurance on an engine of this size?" I asked my Dad, being careful not to sound like I wasn't thrilled with the gift.
"Oh it's fine I'll pay the insurance if you promise to be my chauffeur whenever I need a lift home from the pub because I'll be too shit faces to drive" he said proudly.
Needless to say I was completely overjoyed.
I spent my first few months driving anywhere, even to places that really didn't require me to drive. I would often make short trips to the corner store and of course i would spend time chauffeuring around the old man as was stated in our deal. I hadn't realised how many hobbies both my parents had until i had to drive to them.
Some time later I applied for and got an office job at a business park just outside of the city. I loved this as it meant I got to drive through country roads on my way to work each morning. There's nothing quite like driving past farmland with your windows down while listening to a little John Denver in the early hours.
The music choice was partly because my father left his CD's in the glove compartment and partly because I dig the classics.
As with most things though the novelty of the car began to fade as my responsibilities grew. I still loved to drive but it was mainly to and from work only as I lived in the city most things like shopping or meeting up with friends was within walking distance.
We're now coming to the reason I'm writing this story and not meaning to sound Cliché but it all started like a relatively normal morning.
I woke up at 6AM to the sounds of birds chirping and after a quick shower and breakfast I was already sat in my car at 6:45 fiddling with my phones Bluetooth.
I had been given a kit by a friend the night before where he stated I'd be able to play music from my phone via the car's radio without using an aux cord but I was failing miserably.
No matter how much I tried the Bluetooth just refused to connect and I ended up settling on another one of my dads CD's.
As I pulled off the duel carriageway I took a junction that lead out into rural countryside. I could breathe a little easier now as i was out of the city's early morning congestion. I still had twenty minutes of drive time so as with most mornings I cranked up the radio.
As I sat there listening to "Annie's Song" and watching as vertical white bars disappeared under the car's bonnet. Something caught my eye in the car's rear-view mirror.
Right behind my passenger seat sat a little boy with a red cap. He just sat there staring out the window absent minded. He looked so bored and... normal.
I know that's a weird thing to note under the circumstance but it's what I remember thinking at the time. He looked so normal sitting there that after my eyes locked on him they shifted back to the road.
It was only after a few seconds that i came to the stark realisation that "I don't have a kid!"
Admittedly I did something you should never do while driving but fortunately for me I was heading down a long stretch of road. My head snapped around to the back seat. He was still there only now his gaze had shifted from the window to me.
He looked startled and confused. I guess I must have looked the same way to him.
He wore a red cap that sat atop brown curly hair that stuck out from the sides, his eyes were blue and his face was full of freckles. Going by his outfit he looked like he was ether going to or leaving a football game.
After a moment of us both looking at each other I started to notice he was very afraid and before I could register anything else I remembered I was driving a damn car!
I quickly turned the correct way to find my exit was quickly approaching. I looked back to my mirror. "Where did you.." I began to shout but stopped when seeing the back seat completely empty.
My heart was racing from the fright so I pulled over to he side of the road and got out of the car. I took a few deep breaths and proceeded to walk around the car and even inspect the back seats until I was satisfied that there was no sign of a child ever being back there.
I wasn't sure what idea scared me more, that a child really had been back there or that i had been hallucinating. The prospect of having hallucinated was a very frightening prospect. It had never happened to me before and I was pretty damn sure I hadn't taken anything I shouldn't have.
As i stood there in the cold February breeze with the sound of traffic behind me I tried to rationalise what had just happened. You see before any of this had happened to me I was always a sceptic and didn't believe in the paranormal so It wasn't long before i reached the conclusion i had some sort of mental episode.
When I got to work it became apparent that my mind was elsewhere. No matter how many times i attempted to be productive I couldn't stop thinking about the kid.
If he was indeed an hallucination why him? Why so much detail?
It wasn't too long before my supervisor stopped me in the hallway and asked me if I was feeling alright as, according to him I looked a little shaken and not myself.
I didn't tell him what had happened but I asked if I could go home as I wasn't feeling well. He obliged and I quickly got my things to leave.
As I made my way outside to the entrance I breathed in the early morning air. It was cold but I liked it, the cold was sharp enough to keep me grounded when I felt like I was losing my mind.
I slowly made my way across the car park to my Ford and before getting in I walked around the car a few times again. The car was completely empty.
"Maybe he sneaked in before you left this morning?" My brain tried to rationalise. But it was to no avail.
"Then where did he disappear to?" It interjected.
I finally got the courage to sit in the driving seat and put my seat belt on before taking out my phone and calling my mother. After a few rings she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mum it's me" i said quietly.
"Oh what's happened?" She asked.
I began to feel tears in my eyes.
Ever since I was a child my mother has always had the ability to know when something was wrong even when I tried my absolute best to sound fine.
"How did you know something was wrong?" I laughed a little.
"I've just had a feeling all morning like something bad was going to happen and you sound upset" she finished.
"Well I think I might be unwell or something.... i hallucinated this morning, I saw something while driving I can't explain" I admitted.
It's funny what happens when you give voice to what's worrying you, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders a little as I uttered the words.
There was a pause before my mom spoke again.
"What did you see?" She asked cautiously.
"I'll tell you when I see you I'll head on over if that's alright, should be about twenty minutes or so" I finished.
"Okay love I'll put the kettle on" she finished followed by a click and dial tone.
I smiled and wiped the tears that had accumulated on my cheek and put the key in the ignition.
After about five minutes I began to feel more at ease, I had driven along the same stretch of road where I had seen the boy earlier and nothing happened. Another five minutes and I'd be back in the city and on my way to my parent's house.
Just then my heart sank completely.
"Who are you?" asked the young voice behind me.
I have never felt so much dread in all my life. The sort of dread you feel in the pit of your stomach. I suddenly went numb as my gaze began to shift leaving the road, up over my dashboard and up to my mirror.
The boy sat in the chair with his seat belt fastened, his hands folded in his lap and his bright red cap beaming a Coca-Cola logo. His look was one of confusion and fear as he stared at me through the rear view mirror.
Just then as my stress was about to reach breaking point i decided it best to pull over again. This time i made as much effort to do so while still keeping my eyes on the little boy.
The car came to a halt in a layby of a surprisingly empty bus shelter.
"Thank god" i thought. Last thing I wanted right now was an audience to the unravelling of my mind. I turned to find the boy still sitting there. Choosing my words carefully and shakily asked.
"Where did you come from?"
The boy's eyebrows lowered before his reply.
"Where did you come from? where's my dad?" he asked.
It was a legit question, Perfectly reasonable under the circumstance but a question of course i couldn't answer. Just then i noticed he was starting to cry. This felt so wrong... why was my hallucination sat here crying to me?
Just then a hefty dose of reality hit me in the form of a loud horn from an approaching bus. I looked to my side mirror to see a very pissed off driver giving me the sort of look you wouldn't give your worst enemy.
I looked to the back seat to once again find it completely empty.
"Okay It's official" i thought.
"I have lost my fucking mind"
The sad realisation washed over me depressingly and i thought it best before anything else i complete my journey to my parents.
As i entered my parents home i was relieved to find both Mum and Dad sitting at the kitchen table with my cup of tea at the ready. But before i could even think about reaching for it my heart broke. I started crying.
A grown man crying in front of his parents. I felt so much... shame in myself for breaking this way and in front of them. My father walked over and put his arms around me.
"Hay come on lad" he quipped trying to be chirpy.
"Your mother has told me what happened" he admitted.
I sat down in the chair and wiped my face.
"It happened again on my way home, i think I'm seeing things" i said grimly.
As i sat there drinking my tea and relating the worst morning of my life to very concerned looking parents i noticed that my mother kept looking to my father, specifically when i mentioned the red cap.
When i finished my story i felt calmer, more at ease but then again i am British and it's amazing what a good cup of tea can do for the mind and body.
My mum spoke first.
"Son, I think you might not be hallucinating..." she said reassuringly.
"I mean yes if it carries on happening then we go see a doctor but there's something your dad should probably tell you first" she finished looking to my old man.
My father looked at me and sighed and then back to my mother. "He even has the same coat" he laughed in what looked like disbelief.
Mum gave Dad a stare and his attention was quickly brought back to me.
"What are you talking about?" i asked looking over at my quilted burgundy coat that was now hanging on the side of my chair.
"Back when i was young my father, your grandfather used to take me to football practice every Sunday" he said this with a smile as he remembered.
I already knew this story. My dad played football well into his late teens before meeting my mother.
"One day on my way to practice I had fallen a sleep in the back of the car, i had a late one the night before you see so i was knackered"
He looked at my mother again for reassurance and she nodded.
"When I woke up i found myself in someone else's car" he said again.
"What?" i asked in shock.
"I remember being so terrified, one moment i was there watching my father drive, my eyes started getting heavy and the next thing i know this strange man is in front and we're driving somewhere i had never seen before" He took hold of my mothers hand and squeezed it.
"It had happened three times in total and your grandparents thought i dreamt it after falling a sleep in the car, thought it was just my imagination but it felt so real" he finished.
I could't believe what i was hearing, this entire ordeal sounded like something out of the twilight zone but i could see it in my parents faces and my father's tone. This wasn't a wind up, this was a serious discussion.
"What did the man look like?" i asked, while having a feeling that i already knew the answer.
"Well i was only eight years old at the time, the memory has faded some what but i do remember what his coat looked like" He finished by pointing at my coat over on the chair.

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I have $205 casino bonus and plugged in
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I know it's not much but I enjoy blackjack and if I can make $10 EV I don't mind a 200-300 dollar swing in either direction if variance owns me.
The 166.66 I got by dividing 50 by .3 which is the contribution rate from blackjack games.
In order to complete the bonuses, I need to spend $10,295 in the casino.
I was considering doing $10 bets and just trying to grind out this promo but it looks -EV. Does anyone know the amount of decks used in Ignition blackjack, OR know a game with a lower loss rate than .5%?
Anyway to make this +EV? Let me know!!!
I'm sure there's other people on ignition who have bonus casino funds they'd consider grinding out. Even if mine was -$20 which it looks like it is I would probably do it anyway just for fun.

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Our community is a non-profit organization we are self funded, our staff invests alot of their time a dedication to create a safe and friendly servers for people of all nations to play on. We want to help people with ambitious of their own also if you have a roleplaying idea so a game, we would most likely support fund and assist you with you're project. Leader of the community also run a server hosting company to provide our gaming community with only the best! services.
Our MethRP Server has an awesome set of addons, the list is huge here they all are and they are legit payed for scripts some custom some premade. Want to see our server rules clickhere
Features-

• Custom F4 Menu, Hud & Tab.
• Custom Chat box.
• Custom Loading screen with LOW VOLUME music.
• Anti-cheat Enabled
• VC Mod - For Vehicle light and effects including police.
• Vehicle Dealer Menus and NPC - Including Cars, Vans, Trucks & Trailers
• AWarn Menu - To keep players in check without harsh bans
• Advanced Death System - When you first shoot a player, they will not immediately die, You can kill the victim, * Arrest the victim, Kidnap the victim, Or the victim can be healed.
• [NEW] Enhanced Cocaine Laboratory - You can build your own laboratory for making a Cocaine, very expensive and difficultly created drug.
  
• Mushrooms - Growing and selling or eating them! cough cough...
  
• Enhanced Weed Growing - This is an addon inspired by Enhanced Meth lab, It makes growing weed so much more fun! Rather than buying a plant pot and putting a seed in it, This addon makes it so that you have to water it, Have it near a heat lamp, and power the heat lamp using batteries or a generator!
  
• Enhanced Meth Lab - Enhanced meth lab is a new and realistic way to gain in-game, Unlike the vanilla version the enhanced meth lab adds a new mini-game in which, the player must put his/her skills and patience into the task of creating the perfect crystal!
  
• Hitman Menus and custom script.
  
• Third Person - This has it's own menu for custom camera place menu and key bind.
  
• NLR Zones - For them pesky NLR Rule breakers.
  
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• Admin popup - So when you type "@ Help i was RDMed" you will never be ignored because all staff see it! Advanced Inventory System - Pick things up store them in you're Inventory.
  
• Car Trunk - Put stuff into your car trunk.
  
• Car Radio - Play Music through your sweet ride.
  
• Bank Vault - Rob the bank, get cases, run away with them & get paid.
  
• Door Display - customization text, font and color on doors you own.
  
• Hand cuffs - Gangs can kidnap people, police can hand cuff before unnecessary arrest.
  
• Tow Truck - For them silly parked cars.
  
• Fire System - create fires and fire fighters put it out.
  
• Paramedic System - get healed by an actual medic.
  
• Fine System - police can fine you now.
  
• Custom Printers.
  
• Customer Bitminner - Like printers but bitcoin.
  
• Meida pack - TVs & Radio to play music.
  
• Police Radios - what is this you ask ? well for communication.
  
• License Plates & DMV NPC.
  
• Custom Speedometer.
  
• Custom Car Ignition.
  
• Shelves - so you can set a price and put a gun on the shelf.
  
• Camera Man Mod - Become a news reporter and display LIVE news across all news TVs on the server. Refer Rewards
  
• Advanced Raiding Menu - The addon provides a menu for players to select which player they wish to raid, After choosing who are thier crew in the raid, thier crew will have a Derma screen pop up asking them if they want to raid with the guy.
  
• Door Charge - For Swat Breaches "I only said blow the bloody doors off".
  
• Barriers - For realistic toll for police and protect your cars, this has a customer 4 digit code of your choice.
  
• Global Bans list - Synced with a couple servers.
  
• [NEW] Bar Tending Addon - Become a Bar tender and tend the bar...
  
• [NEW] Casino - This currently only has black jack, more coming in the future
  
• [NEW] Taxi Driver Job - You become the taxi driver job in F4 menu and drive people around, player use !taxi to call a taxi.
  
• [NEW] EMP Taser - this is for police you can taser civilians and cars to immobile them.
  
• [NEW] Jammers - Players have alternative way to defend against raiders. Choose between a Mic Jammer, a Speed Jammer, a Jump Jammer, and a Gravity Gun Jammer!
  
• [NEW] 911 Call - You can now call police to the scene of any crime use !911 to call police.
  

Okay so now my arm is dead after typing all this, have i give you enough reason to join Insomnia Gaming and never sleep again!
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