The biggest mistake of my natural life took place between the spring of 1993 and 1995. I foolishly got involved with a woman who was manipulative and conniving, and I stayed with her simply because I felt sorry for her. She moved into a house to rent in late 1993 after she lost her apartment, and I helped her with expenses. Since she constantly had health problems, more often than not I got stuck paying the $850 a month rent bill, and helpingt her with her two kids. I was in a web of madness, and I wanted to kick myself every day for being so stupid to get involved with such a loser.
Finally, on Valentine’s Day 1995, she came to my house, and I told her “I don’t love you and I never did! I only stayed because I felt sorry for you!” I told her to go home, and that I was done with her. A few days later, she called me and told me that she started cutting her wrists. I told her to call 911, and ask for help. The next day, I got a call from her from a mental hospital, where she had been admitted after the police saw she had attempted suicide. After a brief visit, I called her mother in Ohio, because she had no family in New Jersey, and told her to come get her daughter. Her mother was sweet and apologetic, and I was so relieved to never have to see her pain in the ass daughter again.
The next problem to deal with was with the landlord of the house she was living in. I called him on the phone and explained the situation, and thank God, he was very understanding. I told him to keep the $1700 security deposit, and asked if he could kindly let me out of the lease that ended in September. He kindly agreed, mmand I got off the phone knowing I had dodged a huge bullet.
Unfortunately by then, I had accrued a ton of credit card debt. I had taken cash advances off of them to help her, and paid so many expenses over the 2 years, I lost track. There was no way in hell I was going to go bankrupt because of the ‘psychotic bitch’, and came up with an idea to get out of debt on my own.
HBO had a promotion going on called ‘The Winter Blitz of Boxing’, and I saw the lineup of weekly fights as an opportunity to bet on them ,and make some serious money. I went to a local bank and got $25,000 off of my large credit card accounts, and made plans to head west to Vegas.
The first fight I planned on going out to wager on was on March 4, 1995 between Pernell Whitaker and Julio Cesar Vasquez. As I boarded the plane in Philadelphia the day before, I wasn’t the least bit nervous, because if there was one thing I knew, it was boxing.
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