Sports therapists are three degrees removed from professional torturers. Buki arranged for the physical therapist of the Liberia soccer team to come to our house and do work on both Buki and I's fucked up bodies. I'd never gotten a really deep massage like that. It was one of the odder experiences of my life. The first time he does the massage it hurts like hell, like complete hell, like had me mumbling "holy shit ow" every few minutes, and then the second time its mildly pleasant. I went for a jog this morning on the beach and it was like every step had an extra half inch of spring on it out of no where, and I don't feel sore at all. I've always treated my body like the bar in a washed-up party boat, just puking behind it at the end of the night when nobody else is on deck, whenever it fit my needs for expulsion. It's nice to feel calibrated and on my game for the first time in a while, or as on my game as my spacey ass can pull off. Eight hours of sleep, homemade meals, sports therapists, and roadwork every morning. I'm feeling wonderful.
I was hoping that feeling would lead into some strong results but, ugh, I can't make money at cash anymore. My random experiments on Stars have ended, with me being profitable at only 100 NL (yey). I've gone back to being a rakeback/small site whore. Yesterday I went about setting up some accounts I could get now because I was out of the states, locked a nice rakeback deal down, then promptly lost $1,000 grinding HU. Blah.
I think I need to step up how many videos I'm watching. I'd like to beat Stars cash within the year, and just 2/4+ there's pretty difficult. If you can beat Stars though you can beat anywhere.
It's weird because in live poker if there's a couple fish at the table I'll sit down at 25/50. Online it's a whole system. Handling regs is everything. You can't just focus on two bad players because chances are you don't have those anymore. You have half of one if you're lucky.
Furthermore I need to keep learning about PLO, because Hold'em is getting boring to me. Grinding HU yesterday was just eye opening. I couldn't find a decent guy to clobber at 200 NL and 400 NL HU. Yeah, I had a fucking edge, sure, whooopety fucking da, but as little as a year ago I could 6-table HU and rely on a decent buck. Now it's like...damn, these people are decent now. On all sites. I gotta work harder. It worked out well for Boxer.
I'm just feeling good here. It's a good motivation. I feel cleared of distractions. Clear of bullshit. Yesterday I got into an argument with Buki but even that made me feel better about things, because essentially him and I were like "what the fuck!?" at each other, yelled, realized we were both being stupid, then instead of both of us doing that poker player I HAZ AN EGO AND WILL NOT BACK DOWN we both just said "sorry, my bad" and moved on with our day. There's no drama bullshit.
I've just been working here. I put in some hours at cash yesterday, after I worked out on the beach. That's really nice to do every morning. I jog about 3-5 miles on the beach, then play soccer for about half an hour, and then I go for a short swim. We pay a guy a dollar on the way back home to give us a jug of water, so we can wash the dirt off our feet before we get into our rental car.
We have to turn that thing in here soon, so today we're going to try and pick up a couple motorcycles, or a motorcycle and a scooter. I'm not sure. We need something to get around here at least. There's just so many fucking huge hills. When we move to our sick house too we're a bit of a hike from the beach by foot, and like two minutes away if you take anything with wheels that can take advantage of the 80° fucking incline that's in front of your home.
Writing's going well. Getting my thousand words in each day. It's easy here when I can just walk out onto a balcony and look at the ocean, enjoy my morning hippie speedball. It's wild how slowly that builds up. I wanted to review what I had after a writing hiatus for a few weeks and was shocked to realize I had a 70 page manuscript already. The thing's reading neurotically, very ADHD, very immature, very high school. It's a challenge turning that character into a serious protagonist that everyone can identify with, but I think I'm doing it. I'm trying to anyway.
I think I am going to grind tournaments today, especially if we get the monitors in we ordered. Wednesdays are just too good for that, and I've been killing tournaments, and I want to watch some vids before I go back into grinding 400 NL and 600 NL. Dropping down doesn't seem to be working for getting me back into the groove, for some reason.
Why the fuck am I up at 7:00 AM? I've never woken up this early in my life before but I keep doing it here, to jog on the beach at morning. It feels weird to be up this early. Probably better for me.
You know a lot of girls be thinkin' my songs are about them
This is not to get confused, this one's for you
Currently Listening To:
DJ Muggs Vs. GZA - Grandmasters
Snowgoons - The Trojan Horse
Black Party Traxxx Volume One
