Sup fellow degens, 

The life of a degen is fun, fast, and most of the time, everything aligns towards a chaotic end. 

We have all been there. 

You have a few drinks, you hit the tables, and roll a few dice. You blink. 

Suddenly, it's 9AM. Hungover, you are eating a dry croissant at the hotel lobby. Your bank app sends you an alert asking you if you want to report a fraud because someone spent $400 at a place called “Spearmint Rhino." 

That is a standard Thursday. 

However, this week, we are discussing the Final Boss of blackouts. 

A 64-year-old lawyer named Michael Duke Thomson went to the Aria Resort and Casino in Las Vegas for a chill night of high-limit blackjack. 

He remembers going in with a few thousand dollars in chips. 

He doesn’t remember anything else after that.

He woke up the next morning in a holding cell, in handcuffs, facing felony charges and $75,000 in debt.

And the ridiculous part is that he says he didn't do it. 

(Or at least, the version of him that was conscious didn't do it).

Mike should have been in the cast. 

Here is his timeline of the most expensive nap in history:

Midnight, Mike leaves the high-limit room. He is up a few grand. Life is good. He heads to his room.

The lights go out. He claims he was "surreptitiously drugged."

According to the casino, "Zombie Mike" wanders back onto the floor between 3 AM and 9 AM. He takes out eight separate credit markers totaling $75,000.

Security finds him passed out cold in the Sky Suites lounge.

The morning after, he wakes up in casino jail. The casino kicks him out.

Months later, the District Attorney charges him with a felony for unpaid gambling debt.

Now, Mike is suing the casino.

His argument is kind of based.

He claims that during his $75k spree, he was so incapacitated that he couldn't possibly consent to the loans.

He says the signatures on the markers look like they were written by a toddler holding a crayon with their feet. They don't match his real signature at all.

So, the casino looked at a guy who (allegedly) couldn't stand up straight, couldn't sign his own name, and probably couldn't recite the alphabet, and said:

"Yeah, looks good. Give him another $10k chips.”

Pay to Play Twist

Mike didn't just sue immediately.

 First, he actually paid the $75,000 to the casino.

To get the criminal charges dropped.

Now he is suing to get his money back, claiming the casino was "unjustly enriched" by exploiting a man who was running on autopilot.

If Mike wins this lawsuit, it sets a beautiful precedent for all of us.

Imagine the freedom. You go to Vegas. You lose your house, your car, and your kid's tuition.

Then you just sue: "Your Honor, I was drunk. The chips were shiny. It wasn't me, it was the tequila."

It probably won't work. But you have to respect the hustle.

If you are going to play high-stakes, bring someone who can tackle you when you try to sign a credit marker at 4AM.

And if you wake up in handcuffs? Just remember: You didn't lose $75k. You just bought a really, really expensive story.

Stay conscious this weekend.

TL;DR: Michael Duke Thomson, a 64-year-old attorney, went to a casino at midnight. Blacked out and allegedly drugged, he signed $75k in bad markers. He woke up handcuffed, paid the debt to avoid jail, and is now suing the casino.

Stay degen,

Dima