On my best weekend, I made $314,000. I took a guy named Ben to Barona and watched him lose $1.5 million, which earned me 150 grand. It was late Saturday night, and he was supposed to fly home on a private plane the next day, so I left. Wednesday afternoon I got a call from my boss at Barona. He said he wanted to make sure I got the $150,000 wire. I did and I thanked him for it. He suggested that I check my bank account again and hung up on me. I looked and there was another wire for $164,000. I called back. He said, “Your boy missed his flight. He stayed and played and lost.” I took $100,000 of that money and put it in my daughter’s college fund. Now she’s going to University of Oregon. Thanks, Ben!
I’ve seen a lot of super-rich guys get broken. I’ve had had four guys commit suicide because they couldn’t stand being poor due to their gambling losses. One guy got himself murdered -- bludgeoned to death. From all of that, from seeing the emotional swings, I have learned that guys who talk about committing suicide don’t do it. I had a guy who owed money all around town. He told me that life is not worth living, he’s going to kill himself. I told him that he’s full of shit. Like I said before, guys who talk about it don’t do it. I told him he’s too much of a pussy. I was right. He never committed suicide.
Then there was a player, Ray, a big guy in the construction business. Every Wednesday for a year and a half, I would pick him up in San Diego at 8:30am, he went into his office for a few minutes, and we flew to Vegas. He gambled until 4 in the afternoon and then flew back to his office. Ray blew millions and helped make my career.
Then one day he came up to me and said, “I may lose my business. I’m going to quit gambling after this trip.” He mortgaged everything and needed to win $300,000 to complete a project. He was broke and owed about a million dollars all over Vegas. But Ray was good at my casino. His credit line was clear. We gave him 200 grand. That day he won over half a million in like two hours. He gave me a check for $400,000 and told me not to let him gamble with that money. At 2 in the morning we were in the bathroom, he was drunk, and demanding the check. My bosses told me keep him in the casino, and I told him he needs the money for business. He said, “Fuck you. Give me the money or I’m going to Caesars." I gave him the check. He lost it all, declared bankruptcy, his wife divorced him, he lost his business, his family stopped speaking to him. He still comes out to Vegas. But now he flies in on Southwest, brings two grand, and thinks he can make a run at it. He’s lost $11 million over the years.
Even worse, I had a player who met a hooker, we'll call her Kim, on his very first trip with me. She was so smoking hot, a friend of mine, and very savvy. She told him that she’s his good luck charm, that he didn’t have to pay her for sex, but that she wanted 10% of his winnings. He won $430,000 and gave her 43 grand. Next weekend it was the same thing. Six months later, he divorced his wife, married Kim, and she was pregnant. Ten years after that, he lost his last 70 grand at Red Rock. The guy was flat broke and he killed himself. I felt bad, but he had a great decade with Kim.