It's Sunday and I didn't play a tournament. Not a WCOOP main event, not a sunday million. Nothing. It felt good. I don't give a fuck.
The more and more I hang out in Seattle the more I'm thinking about how long I am going to be playing poker. I'm sure it will only be my primary source of income for the next couple years at least. I don't know how to do anything else for money.
I've done a ton of the crazy shit people dream to do. I haven't had a number of the "normal" experiences most people assume you have coming up. I've grown up a degenerate poker player. The more I look around, the more it makes me think of my life. What it is exactly I'm doing and who I'm doing it for, and why.
I'm not depressed by any of it. I've had a lot of fun the last few years, and feel like I've gotten to do more than most people my age get to do, it's just all a direction of life thing.
Pussy, money, weed. Pussy, money, weed. That's really all it is.
So many talk about what they want to do. I'm happy I actually just went out and tried. I just hope I keep that track record up.
Haven't been doing much lately. I was over at Tyler's place for a while, just hanging out and grinding with his group, sleeping on a mattress outside the computer room. I watched some videos and talked some hands with those guys, and am feeling like I am getting a better handle on PLO. Which is good, because I am currently not winning at anything related with No Limit in any form :S
I watched the Husky game, which was awesome, and then watched Floyd Mayweather put on a clinic, which would've been far more interesting if Mayweather didn't look 20 pounds heavier than a welterweight. Still made me some money, so I can't complain too much, but I was looking for Mayweather to be tested a little more. Of course, this is boxing, the guys running it are smart pieces-of-shit who've destroyed the sport, so they'll just keep milking it and have complete bullshit work ups like they had at the end of this fight.
Went out to party in the U District celebrating their first win in like 30 years. We ended up at Dante's but I was with fellow stoners who didn't prepare for drinking, so we ended up at some random UW apartment smoking a blunt. Helped me sleep after all the vodka and red bull I'd put into my system.
Sometimes I feel like I should be trying more to get laid, since I won't be back in Seattle a lot and American chicks are oh so hot/actually into hooking up. It's just hard to get excited about having to put any work into something that's pretty much available to you on tap when you leave the states. Well, if I stay away from people of my own color that is.
Even in Egypt, being a white boy with blue eyes is so powerful. Girls whose fathers' might literally kill them if they were found in bed with me, still talking, still out at night, still looking, still hinting. No matter how much bullshit corporate-generated insecurity you can throw at people, no matter how much manufactured guilt religion throws at people, the need to fuck something strange and new conquers all.
I'm just being lazy. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Today I'm out of all basic supplies needed for grinding, and can't get more till tomorrow. I kind of want to just throw my Beats on and start playing PLO but I left my charger at Tyler's place and this computer only 20% battery left. I'm sitting around writing in Ben's U District pad and just writing and reading. Once in a while I emerge to go do something semi[social, but until my bank account has more than $16.00 in it.
Maybe I'll go see my friends tonight and not be a grindaholic for once.
