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Happy Halloween

Poker in the back, Liquor in the fridge.

I've decided to give up poker for a while. The swings are just to drastic for me and I can't handle the downswings very well. I really beat my self up when I lose and I can't do that anymore.

I've been playing $15-30 limit online (R.I.P.) and $3-5 no-limit hold 'em at the B&M and I have had more total wins then losses, but the ammount loss isn't worth what I'm winning. I'm still up in the long run, just not as much as I would like to be. And I figure it's best to quit while I'm ahead.

Looking at my records I've noticed that my greatest weakness has been what used to be my biggest strength. The Sit-N-Go's.

I make it to the money in 7 out of 10 SNG's but it still doesn't cover the loss. I need to consistently finish 2nd or 1st in 8 out of 10 to really see money come in, and I've just been completly card dead, bluffing at the pot with no pair and no draw with a guy holding bottom pair calling and beating me.

The worst beat I've had this month was in the $3-5 NL game. I get pocket 9's in middle position, I limp and everyone folds to the big blind who raises it to $20 I call figuring he's on a steal. The flop is X-9-J he checks and I bet $35 he pushes all-in and I instantly call. Before I could get the entire sentence out of my mouth he flips over pocket jacks.

I'm devastated. I know at this point there's only one card that can save me and there's no way it's going to come. It felt as if my stomach turned upside down and decided to split in half and exit my mouth and ass at the same time.

It was just one of those hands were I made the wrong read. He seemed like the type of guy to play pocket Q's or better. Ever since then I haven't been able to get my game back on track and I think the only way to do it is to not play for a while... a long while.

I suppose this could be a blessing in disguise. I could look at this as a chance to get my priorities straight and put the more important things in life on top of the list. Family, the finances, hell maybe even get some writing done.

It kind of irratates me that some people are able to go to a poker table and some how extract a story out of the people they play with, they're able to record every single detail that happens at and around the table to memory and make a story out of it. I can't do that, I get to wrapped up in the game, to busy calculating the pot odds and counting my outs to stop and take a look around. And I've been that way for a while, I haven't been able to use my writers' eye. I use to be able to sit on my couch and look out the front and write until my brain was completly empty.

Lately, the only time I've been able to get something sounds remotely interesting is when I'm two-thirds asleep. When I'm in that half-dream like state a thousand words flow freely in to my mind and form these beautiful sentences in my mind, only to slip away when the morning comes.

And now…

I just read yesterday's post, and I truly am sorry for that horrendous mash up of bad grammar and non-sensical ramblings.

Things…

Wow, I'm surprised that things still work around here. I was expecting to log in to MT and find some database had been corrupted or some other frustrating task that I usually have to fix.

But to my surprise every thing is fine and dandy. Hoo-ray!

I've been playing sickening ammounts of poker everyday, atleast two hours a day. I've finally played enough on PokerStars to order a T-Shirt. I ordered the black, because a geek can never have enough black T-Shirts. I've also managed to snag my self a set of of Desert Sands ceramic poker chips and a setup of Copag plastic cards. Sweet.

I managed to snag these lovely items by playing for little marketing scams that you see on the web all the time. I went to PokerSourceOnline.com. They are quite reputable, they advertise in CardPlayer magazine all the time.

I've also been suffering from seasonal allergies. I felt much worse yesterday, but the symptoms are still there, lingering in the back my nasal cavities.

During my younger days, I use to swear by Claritin when it was a prescription medicine within in minutes I would be jumping and skiping and singins songs... too much information.

However, since my beloved allergy medicine joined the ranks of Benedryl and NyQuil and the shelves of my local Walgreens, it hasn't worked the same. Taking a Claritin had the same effect of taking one Tylenol. I needed something new, something that would knock my symptoms out flat on their back.

Lila and I walked the medication aisles of Walgreens readings labels and checking directions, a woman her daughter had recommended Actifed. But that was baby games, I needed something different, something that hasn't been in my blood stream.

Sudafed.

That's it! I've never taken this stuff before, I grabbed the ticket and off we went. Now let me explain the whole ticket thing. California is known for its high population of Meth labs. Psudophedrine is a main ingredient in meth, add to the mix that meth heads were stealing the drugs to make their precious meth.

Which brings us back to poker, I won my first $22 SNG on Full Tilt Poker under the influence of Sudafed!

You have new Picture Mail!

You have new Picture Mail!

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Got knocked out of poker tourney today, got knocked out way too early holding pocket A's. K-10 one the hand.

i often think…

I feel as if my eyes are about to explode out of sockets. Unleashing a massive aterial spray of blood and eye ball juice.

Yes, I am indeed very tired. But I must fight to stay awake, I must make sure that every thing I do in my life is documented. That's why I carry a Moleskine notebook with me 80% of the time.

I remember a long time ago, I made a post that I called a stream of conciousness type deal. Just what ever popped in to my head I let flow from my brain, down my arms, twisting arouond my wrists to my caloused finger tips, the slight clickity-clack of my white Apple keyboard, assures me that my thoughts are recorded as I realise them to be. My thoughts.

The inside of my kneed itches, not extremely, just enough to warrant the action of actually scratching my knee through my jeans. I often find that doing menial tasks is not worth the price of the expended energy.

Michael (my brother-in-law), slumbers in my bed, dreaming of bacon cheese fries and poker chips. Lila and Stefanie sit in comfort on our sectional talking shop, babies and houses. I sit in my office typing away my thoughts. Giving them away freely on the internet, giving away a piece of myself to every one who wishes to snatch it up for the own personal consumption.

Yes, I am tired.

Tales from Borders

"You still have Yeah, Yeah, Yeah's CD, right?" She said.

He rolled his eyes and nodded his head in agreement. "Mark and I are thinking of opening up our own record label," she said with an extreme ammount of smuggness, "but the problem is we would be the only ones buying the albums. We're the only ones in this town who buy good music."

She then began her ramblings about The Used being far superior to Yellowcard, when in fact both bands are equally terrible in every single way.

I walked away from their pretentioius holier-than-thou egos and walked over to Lila.

And so, I sit on this worn leather chair, listening to Coltrane Play the Blues and the airhead behind me wax philosophical about her MySpace friends.

These are the tales of Borders Bookstore.