I can’t believe I got sick again so soon. 3 non-long days and I woke up congested this morning. I think it’s recurring sinusitis and I’ll try to see if it will work its way out of my system within the next 2 or 3 days naturally with some Vitamin C, Zinc, B12, Tea, Nasal spray, Turmeric, and my Sinus clearing kit. If it doesn’t clear up very soon, I will go to a doctor and see if he thinks its a sinus infection again, and get some antibiotics. As long as I’m not worse, I will go down tomorrow and play the $1500 PLO and try to gamble it up and amass a big stack before the $10k Stud. If I fail to amass a big stack, I’ll play the $10k Stud.

I filmed High Stakes Living yesterday with Kristy Arnett. I think it should be a solid episode and was sorta fun to do. I enjoy watching the show myself so it’ll be interesting to see how I turn out on it. After I was finished with that, I went over to the Bellagio to play some 600/1200 mix and ended up losing $15k before I quit since it turned into a fairly bad game. After that I was going to play some 200/400 PLO in Bobby’s room, but got beat to the seat. By the time there was a seat open, it was time to pick up one of my best friends, Brian, and will be staying with me for a few weeks throughout the WSOP. I haven’t seen him in about 10 months and we should have a good time hanging out in the free time I will have.

I played the $1500 O8 yesterday which was incredibly soft, and the $1k event today which was sort of a joke. I didn’t even make any moves in it, and busted when my nut flush gutshot combo draw whiffed vs. top two.

For the rest of the evening, I intend on taking it very easy, shoving down tons of supplements, and hopefully falling asleep a little early. I’ve been having a rough time falling and staying asleep since I arrived in Vegas two months ago. I’m dreaming a lot, which leads me to believe I’m getting deep REM sleep, but it usually takes me an hour or an hour and a half to fall asleep and I keep waking up throughout the night to turn over or whatever. I’d really love to just lay there happy on my back and wake up the next morning seemingly not more than a minute later. I’ve gotten into the habit of twittering quite a bit, so keep up with me there at http://www.Twitter.com/BoostedJ.

Good night.

P.S. I had 5% of Justin Bonomo in the $40k Event and he just busted for a little over $400k, so ship the $20k this way. Although I lost $5k to Ted in our final table/final 3 bonus bets.

So im playing in the turbo takedown and this hand takes place

Blinds : 50/100
Me: 3115
Villian: 2675

Folds to me on button with 2[h] 2[c]

I raise it up to 200, villian in SB then reraises to 800, BB folds and I call.

Flop comes 5[s] 6[d] 5[d] . Obviously a perfect flop for me, then villian pushes all in for his remaining 1875. Obviously I put him on A J through A K, as his image isnt raisig that much with a pocket pair and I like my chances so I call.

Turn : 7[s]

River: Q[d]

Virtually knocking me out of the tournament, leaving me with 440.

After the hand I get into an argument with a player not in the hand, callig me a donk and how could I make that call…of course I say in the long run even thought I lose, thats a decent call becasue Ill win majority of hands given what I knew of my opponent. Of course buddy claims Im terrible and says that its a bad play, but only because I lost. If I call and win of course its a good play to him.. [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]

Location: Las Vegas, Nevada, USA

Everything 99 touches turns to gold.

I can barely stay awake. I slept 10 hours after days of abusing my body. I wasn’t even in Vegas then. I was in my home city with my family, and I still managed to destroy myself.

I need to drink Gatorade every other minute. My throat hurts.

Every girl here dresses like a whore. If I don’t masturbate every day before I leave the house I will go insane.

I have two beds in my room in the Pokerpwnage.com house. The other one has a stuffed lion on it. I’ve decided he’s a bad ass. He’s going to roll with me at some point in Vegas.

This new computer is so slick, but I have none of my files on it. I need to do that at some point but I’m feeling so lazy.

I can’t go outside the heat will kill me.

I registered for the 1k last night. It took us a half hour to get through the line, and I was told that was a blessing compared to last year.

We went to go eat at a T.G.I Fridays, the only thing open. I walked by a dingy baccarat section in some casino, playing Chinese soap operas above. They know their audience

Everywhere you look there is some name pro you’ve seen on TV.

Why does John Phan never take his sunglasses off?

I always feel like it’s not enough. For her, for me.

I should unpack, move the files between computers, install files, go get some groceries, finish a lesson or two, maybe set up to grind online, call my friends up, get situated.

I’ll probably end up laying around watching porn, Entourage, and reading Chuck Palahniuk’s book Pygmy.

It’s 8:00 PM in Portugal. Time for a call.

Just getting my shit together before the war.

Location: Enroute to Las Vegas, Nevada, USA

I’m on my new laptop, getting used to a new keyboard. This one seems to be very quiet, sleek. I will probably be able to get away with late night typing when I have roommates much more easily with this rig.

My last five days in Seattle were fun to say the least. The only time I ever played poker was a couple live sessions with Wbmustang and Sexuelity. I was high as fuck during each one, but felt really in my groove. I’m feeling really good going into the series.

WBMustang is a cool cat. Really chilled out SNG grinder, who is just starting his thing. Just met him in real life here over the last week. Seems to be really open-minded to criticism and improving his game.

I can’t remember where I left off in my last blog, since I don’t have internet. Just feels like a luxury to type on an airplane again. My old computer would cut out the second you unplugged it.
I have the Entourage DVDs too, so hopefully I can get to that if there’s any power left on this.

The last few days are a blur. I was couch surfing at so many of my friend’s places. I went out pretty much every night I could. I hung out with my Mom, saw my grandfather a few times, hung out with my sister, felt good doing all three.

Something about the vagrant lifestyle draws me. I am always restless, constantly on edge. Just being among people and having new experiences is one of the few natural things that relaxes me. Why I loved just going out in Malta or Korea, all the time, I just wanted to see something and be social in another place.

I just want to see what situations I can get myself into, sometimes even tight spots and see if I can get out. I feel half asleep a lot of the time. I want a new day to bring new things. I hate polite laughter, small talk, pleasantries, appointments, schedules.

I had so much respect for this guy in The Yakuza Diaries who was a white guy who just flew to Japan, learned the language, and did everything he could to learn as much as he could about the world’s largest criminal organization. He put himself in so many spots where he could’ve been killed, but he saw things nobody had ever seen before. That takes balls. That’s living.

Seattle there’s fewer adventures since I lived there for years, and I just ended up in some weird spots. It was whack I had a couple girls I met out invite me back to their places late and then just have that weird last minute freak out.

I was cool with it, part of the territory, but I hadn’t had that happen in Malta. I forget that American girls will make out, flirt, invite, and then have second thoughts. When you’ve gotten to that stage with a European girl you’re pretty much good no matter what.

Ah, how far I’ve come in life, loose girls and smoking weed every day.

Yeah, I smoked every day the week I was here. Every day. I just hit that potent Seattle weed, would grab my cell phone and wallet, and head out the door to see what would happen.

And I gamble for a living. Every adolescent’s fantasy.

I just want to believe this world is open and that people can connect. Just walking through all of Seattle while I was blazed, seeing all the different people and how beautiful the city looked when it was sunny, it was easy to believe.

This aloofness comes over me, this sedated uncaring nature. I say anything to anyone. Holden Caulfield.

End up at someone’s house in a new district, off a different road.

I have an addiction. Different races are different flavors, different homes are different settings, my mind set to be blank. My mind set to be away. I don’t want to write books about experiences I wish I had.

I turn it on and off. This week I wanted to be out there, experiencing my city again, seeing my friends, out there doing things. Now it’s time for the grind. I’m excited for Vegas but it’s more because I am craving stability again. I like to alternate, do crazy partying for a while, chasing any girl that moves, going to any show I can find, buying as many drinks as I can with my friends so I can smoke out the hangover in the morning.

Then I eventually always get sick of it. Might take a week, or a month, but I get sick of it. I go back to eating well every day, drinking tons of water, eight hours of sleep, little drinking or smoking, working out, only being around girls that won’t cause drama or get on my shit about anything. I write in the mornings, have my coffee, read for hours at a time.

I’ve been told my way of life is revolting, sinful. I feel perfectly fine. It motivates my writing and my game to be out in the world. I see where the money is going, towards an endless summer, towards never being told what to do, to chase experiences that might make a book someday.
Now I just gotta stop being a wannabe with the writing thing and get on the book.

That and if I ever feel like a real whore or uncaring hedonist asshole I always have Bond18’s blog to make me feel better. = P Don’t get me wrong though, I got mad love for that guy’s blog.

Although I have a tendency to just not give a shit about all that. Everyone watches Anthony Bourdain and loves him. So many people read blogs like this. Most people who talk shit about being like this, wish they were this. They have moral boundaries only because it’s convenient, and they enjoy the view from such a high horse.

In Vegas I’m probably just going to be trying to play as much poker as possible. I want to wake up and grind a live event and then when I’m done go back and grind. I will have to fit in working out otherwise I will go insane, but I am not sure about writing. It will all depend on how frantic the series will require me to be.

I’m psyched to play live tournaments again. Not that there is a ton of money in them (calculating your hourly in a $1k when you’re backed is so depressing) but just getting deep in live tournaments is one of my favorite things in the world. I’m hoping to put some money together here and then get out of the states again, for more relaxed pastures. I want to work really hard on writing after the series, so I want to grind as much as possible right now.

They just announced that we’re starting on our descent. Jerry from Pokerpwnage.com is supposed to be waiting for me to take me to the Pokerpwnage.com house. A lot of my friends are already in Vegas. This is going to be a fun (insanity-inducing) ride.

The lights go on forever here. The city is so flat.

May 12th, Milwaukee: I awake in the morning to Derek telling me to get up. I woke up several times during the course of the night because some part of my body got sore; the floor was a bad choice. I feel totally dazed and out of it, but since Derek needs to go to work I’ve got to leave with him so he can lock up. I have him walk me over to the nearest 30 bus stop so I can get a ride into the city, then he says goodbye and continues his stroll to work. God I’m so tired, fuck this morning shit. On top of the exhaustion it is very cold out and I’m wearing only a polo shirt and jeans which is not appropriate clothing for the East side of Milwaukee on most days in May.

Eventually the bus arrives and I do my best not to fall asleep on it. I get off in front of the Badger bus station and grab a sandwich at the Subway next door. When I get on the bus I fall asleep almost instantly.

An hour and 45 minutes later I wake up in Madison. [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]

I apologize for it taking so long to get these trip reports out. I’ve actually had these written for awhile but I needed to edit them so they made a bit more sense.

Day 3 Part 4

Before long we get down to the final table 10 handed. I have ~25k and I’m probably 4/10 at this point. I find some hands and win some pots uncontested.

Hand 6:

Preflop: I hold T9o in the bb. Blinds are 500/1k 100a. We are 7 handed. Villain has my 25k stack covered. The sb limps I think about raising but decide I can check and I do.

Flop: is Jd98d Pot: 2.7k

That’s a pretty good flop if I get check/raised I’ll go ahead and stack off. Villain checks, I bet 1.5k he calls really quick.

Turn: 3 Pot 5.7k

Total brick. Villain checks. I decide I can bet for value vs. draws some worse 9x and maybe 8x. [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]

So I’ve been updating the husng.com twitter link (http://twitter.com/husngcom) pretty regularly and it’s doing well.  It is very easy to update and is a quick way to get information out to people.

I’ve been thinking of tweeting (sp?) on my own for poker sessions for a bit, so when Greg (hokiegreg) Imed me about his twitter page today, I jumped on in.

http://twitter.com/rypac13 is my page, http://twitter.com/hokiegreg is Greg’s.

Basically, for the next week or two, I am going to try to update this whenever I am playing a session.  I’ll talk about anything out of the ordinary that comes up, but it will almost certainly relate to poker in every post.  If people seem to enjoy this, then I’ll keep it up.  If not, it wasn’t much time wasted.

If anybody else keeps track of their poker sessions or thoughts while playing poker, leave me a comment here and I’ll follow you, or send me a message on twitter.

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Had a swingy day in the 40k. My starting table had vanessa russo, john juanda, thorladen, noah schwartz, ivan demidov and johnny chan. I didnt play many hands for the first couple levels then at 500/1k I accidentally raise to 2k with 9s (meant to make it 2500) juanda makes it 6800 and I call. The flop comes 910q with a fd I check he bets 10k I make it 35k he shoves for about 50k more I call he has aa and I just about double up to 220k.

But after that I never really got much going. I ran a big bluff on russo and lost 100k when it completely failed then lost a few more pots and got down to about 50k. After that though I went on a nice run and got up to 250k then back down to 160 and finally ending at 205.

I played kind of meh overall I lost about 50 pots to russo in some of them I made a couple mistakes and in others she just outflopped me like crazy. Then later in the day sorel mizzi got moved to the table and he played really well and sort of ran over the table. I had position on him and should have put up more resistance unfortunately I was card dead against him but even so there were some spots I should have been more aggressive. Against everybody else at the table I thought I played pretty well I was never all in the entire day and mainly won a bunch of medium sized pots without showdown. So was overall a meh day in terms of how well I played and pretty happy to have ended up with 205k

So blinds are going to be 2500/5k and I feel pretty good after getting some rest so just going to try and play the best I possibly can and hopefully run well.