Something I realized the other day as I walked into my roommate's room and saw him 2 tabling 1 dollar SNGs. He just sort of plays for fun, doesn't study or anything. I was watching him and he jokingly said he wanted to make enough so he can come on my tables and bust me. He asked what the minimum for my table was, and I said 80 (400nl), so he was like "fuck".
I thought it was really interesting because even though 400nl is by no means high stakes, it certainly is a lot from what I've started off playing (25nl). I think sometimes we take it for granted that in the past X months or so we've moved up 3 levels, but still aren't exactly appreciating the money we earn. I ended my month at 6k, and I felt really bad because 6k a month is how much I used to earn at 200nl. But I should be appreciative, that I have the ability to make 100/hr on really bad months for me, and I know a lot of people who play lower would LOVE to play at 400nl etc.
Happy enough with the month, although I feel it could be a lot better. I think I can beat this 100NL game for a much higher winrate (7-8 ptbb/100). However, I am making "real" money now, and I am very much looking forward to a potentially prosperous and very enjoyable summer. Will probably move up to 200NL at some point this month.
as you know im studying to exams and also studying hu sng theory. also play a bit on cd poker with the 0,55 usd i won in a freroll. i have like 8 usd now. im playing 1.05 hu sng normal speed.
i must say that the last busto was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. because of that i decided to study the game a lot harder than i used to and i discovered so many things i wasnt aware earlier that affected my game that i wonder no more why i kept going broke. f.e.:
- position play - i was aware of such factors like position, but when i realise how it is important to raise the button, and dont get involved in big pots oop, play certain types of hands differently when in position etc. (did ya know that winning players raise oop maximally 5% of the time, and they almost always raise the button?)
- effective stacks - and their importance, esp. in late phase of the tournament (SAGE)
- changing the way of play when reached bigger blinds
- game selection - chicago ry says this factor is crucial in lon term along with bm (i have to register on sharkscope) and many more...
the main source of my knowledge so far is 2+2 hu subforum and blogs of husng players. currently im reading chicag ry's blog. he is now mod on 2+2 and very smart player.
i also play 2 or 3 games a day on nl 1$. it may sounds fun but i think its a great opportunity to learn the basic things about playing poker - and i dont mean its the way to improve your game, cause y know the level of the players there. i mean about learning the basic concepts conected with poker like: patience, discipline, tilt controll, keeping ur game at the same level, bankroll managament and so ...
i always remember i was getting little frisky when i got over 30 bi. i started to play looser in hu, didnt focused much on the game and it affected my winrate. now when i play i try to be as concentrated as i can, i dont make fancy plays, i stop when i think im not playing my a game or when im starting to make stupid moves. cause when u start playing bad with a roll like 8 $ u start to notice of importance of every each decision u make in hu (after winning like a 6 in a row i started to fancy playing and those bastards beat me for hole 3 usd). and believe me, almost every one can change the course of the game.
i never before playd lower than 5$ cause i found myself way too good to sit down with suckers, but now i think that every good player should experience such thing. i firmly believe that it will make me a better player.
also started to use pokertracker and i wonder why i havent earlier. its god damn great fuckin tool. i always found game analysis boring but poker tracker makes it fun and lately i started to analyse my game even more than i play...
so thats all for now, im currently not playing poker to win, but to learn some basic things and improve some others but i will write at end of every post my br on cdpoker(like chicago ry), i think that when im done with the umi i will post much more hands.
April is over, so here I come with a little summary.
Pokerwise, April was a pretty bad month for me. I actually ended up in negative numbers, which didnt happen to me in the last 10 months and only like 2-3 times since the beginning of my "poker career".
So, about -8k for the month. Second worst month ever. Well, I won a little in tournaments and live poker, so it is actually a little better, but I am still down more than 4k overall.
But I feel pretty ok about it, I am definately not down mentally or even close to it. I think I used the downswing well and was able to realise some things I do wrong as well as try out some new things which I might have not tried if I ran better.
For the next month I hope that I will do good again. I would also like to put a little more hands in, but I am not sure if I will be able to, because a) the football (soccer) season began and b) the weather is getting better, so it is more tempting to do something outside.
Also, since WSOP is getting closer, I am gonna have to finalize my plan and get everything arranged in the next weeks. I am still looking for some accomodation in Vegas, so if there is any LP group still having a few places left in their Vegas houses, let me know
Well I changed my mind about the car after all... I didn't get a Subaru STi. I went to shop for a car today with my dad and my gf, I tried different cars, notably a BMW 325i, an Infinity G35 and an Acura TSX, after I've put some thought into it, I decided to go for the Acura, the BMW wasn't as great as I thought, and I liked the Acura design a bit better than the G35, G35 is still a great car though! I have no pictures yet cuz I'm getting the car tomorow, they're going to clean it up and stuff so It's all super shiny when I get it I can't wait!! gonna post pics soon.
so a red Acura TSX 2004, 74 000km, really sick car compared to the trash I'm driving right now, and it costs a grand total of 22 188$. I'm really happy with that purchase!
As for April, I've been struggling the past 3 days or so playing vs all regulars of 10/20 but I'm still doing fairly well imo considering I'm not used to it, I hope I'll be able to keep the same pace so I can play with the cool kids ie: Eric Liu & them other pros..... I'm also up a whoopin 6000$ on fulltilt playin 2/4 HU there... http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/2779/aprilck8.jpg
These are in no particular order but these are my favorites.
1. Kazushi Sakuraba vs Royce Gracie.
This fight was like so epic back in the day. The king of all mma in royce vs the japanese superstar. For all of you who don't know this fight. So basically back in the day some of the Gracies were fags and they only would fight fights on their terms. THey did this to preserve records (which i think are so overrated anyway) and told saku they wouldn't fight unless they had unlimited rounds/etc just random shit to make the fight so unappealing to anyone. Saku is like 'LETS DO IT' The fight lasted forever and it was a big cat and mouse fight. Saku was in his prime and he basically turned gracie into his bitch. Not taking anything away from Royce he did get saku into a few difficult positions but saku got through it and ended up legging kicking his way into a victory. It was more then just a victory, Royce's corner threw in the towell. This was like so epic imo. Great fight!
2. Fedor vs Nog 1
omfg... these guys are so the greatest hw of all time probably the greatest fighters of all time. When they met people were like "omg fedor's gnp he has to be in nog's guard to do it! there is no way he can win!" Fedor not only won but he turned nog's face into meat. But nog didn't care he continued to attack fedor and got so many near subs the whole fight but fedor always escaped by 1 second. It was such a great fight. Fedor fought basically his best fight ever and even then nog still almost stole it. Fedor wins by decision but this was just an awesome fight between two gods.
3. Randy vs Tito
rofl this fight was my fav cuz every single person who wasn't a huge mma nerd (like me) thought that tito was going to crush randy. I thought it was gonna be close with tito getting a decision but Randy basically leveled up and outwrestled, outstruck, outcardio tito into dust. IT was so awesome and such a technical inspirational fight. To basically beat tito in his own game convincingly was just astounding. I love this fight!
4. Little Nog vs Shogun
Oh my god shogun vs little nog. These guys imo when they fought were #1 and #2 in terms of talent in the division. Was back and forth shogun knocking nog down with nog knocking shogun down. Shogun doing flying superman punches into nog's guard. I love this fight, my fav thing is watching 2 guys who are at the top of the division battling each other at the top of each other's games. They both fought at 100% and shogun gets the UD of a great fight.
5. Rampage vs Wandy 2
This fight really is why imo wandy should always be in the convo for best 205er of all time. Rampage was a beast he was kiling people. First time around he was green and wandy crushed him. Second time you could tell he had leveled up and was going to give wandy a run. Boy did he ever. In the first round Rampage had the champ on the ropes and was crushing him on the ground. But then in the 2nd round wandy basically got pissed off and they were just going back and forth. Wandy basically went berserk and crushed rampage in the clinch and won by a manly ko. THis fight wasn't as hyped up or epic as the first 3... but it was one of my favs because wandy was losing and he never gave up and actually took the fight and increased the pace which was insane... but he came out with a crazy ko victory. Wandy is a hero.
there are tons of other fights... hansen vs uno... gomi vs kawajiri... sylvia vs randy... randy vs chuck 1... hanesn vs azeredo... guida vs heurta... griffin vs edgar... lots of other fights. But yeah those 5 are some of my favs.
Down another 30 from about 6 hours of playign 10nl. What's with me, I keep calling stupid raises, and tell myself each time I do that I've learned my lesson. It's even more frustrating when you know what the right move was but you call anyway ouot of curiosity. This is my 3rd day back from my 3 week break, I know it's just my third day but it seems like its gonna be hard as fuck to make a profit down here. I don't even know how I lose my money, it just evaporates in one of my many holes which I can't pin point. Argg!!
Perhaps its just a muscle I got to keep working out, I'll be back at it tomorrow for another 6 hours so for now I'll just have to untilt myself with mindless entertainment. Although I DO look forward to Starcraft. Damn... I need to get out more, my social life these days consists of chatting online with BNETTERS. How lame can one get? rofl. On the plus I think I've reached a pretty good skill level, so all that time spent playing the damn game wasn't for naught :D.
FUCKING POKER, WHY MUST YOUBE SO HARD? WHY CAN'T I JUST PICK YOU UP SO I CAN FIND OUT IF I'M GOOD ENOUGH TO PLAY YOU IN THE LONG RUN?!?
April has been my best month ever! I started NL50 and was winning marginally until I cut from 8 tables to 4, then everything became golded and when I hit $3,000 bankroll I moved to NL100, where things have continued to go well!
Current BR is at 4.7k, plan to take some shots at NL200 when I hit 6k, however im going to have to cut back on the number of hands I play (currently about 1,000 a day) to study more as exams are on the horizon.
Thinking of subscribing to CR and may look for a lessons, we will see.
Rolled again and playing wellby NeillyJQ, April 30
I put my last $75 onto stars yesterday and have ran it up very well.
I'm paying atleast 1-2 people off each day until my debts are gone.
Paid $500 in debts so far
Can't wait to get everyone paid back
Grinding going very well, im running at a sick 20bb/100
hope all is well
while playing hu im using a -3 bi/quit rule and nl50 6max i'll be grinding alot of hands as well
heres my stats from HU today;
During current Hold'em 1on1 session you were dealt 3430 hands and saw flop:
- 533 out of 1712 times while in big blind (31%)
- 534 out of 1718 times while in small blind (31%)
- 0 out of 0 times in other positions (0%)
- a total of 1067 out of 3430 (31%)
Pots won at showdown - 158 of 331 (47%)
Pots won without showdown - 1766
I play few hands a day (I think average is 500hands), that's why it's my best month in profits
Fist week of the month I had internet problems so I decided to almost not play or play some micro PLO. I played like 7 days of PLO25 and some other days instead of playing NLHE SH, I played FR tables in adition to the SH tables, and that's why my stats are not correctly displayed in the pic.
So basically this month started off not so good, but after coming back from the downswing at the beginning i took my first foray into 200nl and everything was going stellar until this last wed.
One thing ive come to re-realize is that playing while exhausted is a bad idea, especially if youre thinking of moving out of your parents house and have zero desire to get a real job, but you still suck at poker lol...no bueno...now im back to 100nl, which i didnt spend that much time there to begin with, but i have yet to put in that many hands since as im still kind of reeling from the downswing. Guess i cant maintain a heater indefinitely...
Despite what i said in my last post, i have already quit my job, but it was pretty -ev anyways as i made $8/hr working as a cart attendant at target lol cleaning restrooms and getting carts obv, where i made about 200 every two weeks...sick life foo...at this point i honestly cant see myself getting a real job anymore as i feel there is easy money to be made even for a fish like myself...i just need to reign myself in, maintain better eating and sleeping habits and continue to play and try to improve...i dunno man, better luck next time?
Hey y'all. The artist formerly known as verygud here. I just randomly felt like changing my name today so I did. Going to be starting a new blog here, and also going to try to get more involved in the LP community. Long story short I've been playing on and off 3 years or so, right now I am just grinding 50 NL trying to play some HU and 6 max cuz FR gets boring .
If anyone is interested in coaching me long term I think that would be great. I have a lot to learn about the game but for right now am just happy about being a winner. Here's my yearly PT.
I'm a nit obviouslyhttp://img132.imageshack.us/img132/6566/08graphfq2.jpg
First off just gotta brag about having a great poker day yesterday - 3 sessions about 1 hour each, 12,000 hands and a little over 4.5 buyin profit. Finally it was 4 buyins of winnings rather than losses, hehe. So here's a SS followed by another story for those of you who've liked em so far.
I had spent my time trying to get a job, and then trying to lose the job once I got it. I was selling knives, door to door. Every day I had to call in and talk to the boss. Every Wednesday there was a team meeting. Every Monday there was a key staff meeting, for the potential managers. They liked me, they wanted me doing 20 demos a week and coming to the special workers meetings, they wanted me as key staff. I didn’t want key staff, I didn’t want manager, I just wanted to make easy money kinda fast. One week I avoided all my appointments. Didn’t even cancel them, just never showed. Then I avoided calling in. I didn’t answer the phone so my boss couldn’t get a hold of me, and I didn’t check the messages. I hid from the world, from my responsibilities. I don’t want to work or do anything. I just want the rest of the world to deal with their issues on their own. Leave me alone.
Luckily I was bumming of my parents, so I still had room and board. They yelled at me every day for not going to work, so I avoided them as much as possible. In the morning they went to work, and I would bum around the house all day. When they got home I would head out, go to a friends house. Come home for dinner, then hide in my room. The coward I am, I hid from everything. I made it a week like this, till finally I decided I should go back to work and deal with getting fired. Amazingly, they didn’t fire me –- they still wanted me on the team. They still wanted me as a potential manager. I was such a failure that I couldn’t even get fired.
My free time was spent doing three things: writing, reading, and playing StarCraft. That was all I had a passion for. Mingling with other people was overrated. Too many times there are assholes and idiots that you waste your time talking to at bars and parties. I’d rather surround myself with the wisdom of my own words in writing (even if they aren’t that wise), the company of other great writers, and the joy of playing the only game that excites me and can hold my spastic attention. People look at me and the way I prefer to live and call me a recluse, a computer nerd, or a jerk-off-aholic. Since I choose to play my games, read my books and write my stories they consider me less than them. I can’t get laid, I can’t get a job, I can’t make money or achieve in life. I feel opposite. I feel I can get more pussy, more money, or more success than all of them. I just don’t want it.
But the need for money will always force a man to leave his hole. Unless he wants to lie there till he dies. Debts must be repaid, bills must be paid monthly, and the world wants its money. So a man has to get a job and earn the cash. I go to work every day now, selling my knives, trying to talk people into buying things that they don’t really need. I show the wives how my knives cut faster and stay sharp longer. But, who cares? Buy cheap knives and they will still cut. My knives aren’t a necessity. They are a luxury, and I have to convince people that the luxury is a necessity in this American world. While other people starve, I force the families with a little extra cash to spend it on pointless knives because I convince them that everyone who is anyone has them. Rather than spending that extra money to help people who are needier, or to even better themselves or children, it gets spent on my knives. I feel like a salesman of waste rather than cutlery.
Everyday after work I head to the bar. It’s dark and reeks of disinfectant. It has a “red plastic with fake wooden trim” theme going on. I sit on the stools and nurse my rum and coke. I drink down three or four while watching the room of other poor souls with nothing better to do than throw their money at another salesman of waste. The bar is always quiet, isn’t even high class enough to have its own hookers. Finding myself there every night is depressing, but I come back after every workday.
One night I was surprised to enter my bar and find uproar. Three or four regular patrons were sitting in a booth with a new man, a strange man. All of my regular case studies were sitting in this booth on the red plastic seats with a new man who had a smile on his face, an expression that was quite foreign to this bar. He talked and the men laughed. I took my regular seat on a stool and began nursing my first rum and coke. Behind me I heard the hooting and hollering of men enjoying themselves. I decided not to go over. Nursing my drink and trying to figure out how to be fired was enough for me.
About 2 hours after arriving, the strange man came and sat next to me. After a closer look I decided he was a bum off the street, had found a few bucks to buy a beer and get into the bar. His clothes were tattered and worn. Gray curly hair filled with dirt framed his face. The collar of his button up plaid shirt was folded down neatly on his left side, but sticking straight up on his right. He wore a large down coat with slits covering it where I could see the down pouring out. Despite his dirty appearance his smile radiated through, and he seemed genuinely happy. And his happiness was infectious. I found a smile on my face.
“Hey partner! What you milking there? Rum and coke? Gotta love the rum and coke. What you do for a living? You sell things don’t you? I can tell… you have that look. What do you sell? Wait, don’t answer, let me guess. …… Knives, you sell knives. Am I right?”
I was flabbergasted and nodded a yes in his direction.
“I used to sell vacuum cleaners, door to door. I was good, never left a house without selling. I had the touch, the sweet mouth. There were some wives that wouldn’t buy unless I gave them a little bedroom time. That’s ok with me; I do what I need to do to sell. You ever had a wife jump your socks when you came to the door?”
“No, it’s usually my prick they jump.”
“Hah! You don’t like it though, do you? You would love to do something else. What do you love to do? If you were free to do whatever you want, what would you do?”
I looked down at my drink and shook it. This man was very odd.
“I would read, write, fuck, and play my games. That’s it.”
“What game you play? I play games too, mainly chicken in the middle of the road. I stand out there and don’t move. Most cars will turn. Some will hit you though…”
“I play a game called StarCraft, you wouldn’t know it.”
“Hell yea I know it!! That is a great game… So read, write, fuck and StarCraft. That is your dream job?”
“Any man’s dream job is to be paid for keeping their hobbies. But with your hobbies always come other responsibilities. Someone who likes music may become a DJ, but they have to deal with commercials and reading announcements. If they don’t enjoy that, they aren’t getting paid for strictly their hobby. You can get paid to play music on the radio, but you can’t get paid to be the listener.”
“So true my friend. Well how bout this offer. I will pay you to read, write, fuck and play StarCraft. What’s a good hourly wage?”
“Good hourly wage? 15 an hour would please me.”
“Ok 15 dollars for every game of StarCraft you play. The game has to be at least 2 minutes long to count. This includes replays. Every game you play or replay you watch, I will pay you 15 dollars. How’s that sound?”
“Like you’re a crazy bum.”
“Ah ha my friend!! So true, but that’s not all. Every story you write I will give you 100 dollars. If it is over 5,000 words I will add another 300 dollars, and if it is over 15,000 words I will give you 1,000 dollars. How do you like the sound of that?”
“Good. While we’re daydreaming we’ll say that you are going to go home to a big mansion in the hills and get laid by a beautiful wife tonight. I mean, I shouldn’t get everything right?”
“You’re closer to the truth than you know my friend! But wait; that’s not all! I will pay you hourly for reading. 15 dollars an hour. I will also give you 100 dollars for every girl you have sex with. Between those four ways to earn money, I think you should be set. This will be a forever contract. What do you think friend? Do we have a deal?”
“Yea, and while we’re at it, I want an elephant. I’ve always wanted an elephant.”
“Now you’re getting greedy. You can have the elephant in place of something else if you wish, or you can just save up to buy your own.”
“Fine, forget the elephant.”
“Good, good… My lawyer will be by to see you tomorrow. Don’t go to work, he will be at your house at exactly 12:00 noon. Fare well my friend!”
And with that he got up and left. It’s sad how lost bums get, how crazy they get. Once you get to that level, no home, no food, and no one to love, screws get loose. I felt that as long as I could keep a room around me I would survive. If I fall down with the bums, on the street and alone, I know I will lose it.
I finished my drink and gave the bartender an extra five dollar tip.
“Thanks for the tip Tony. I’ll see you tomorrow after work.”
“Yea, and Jim, big man, try an keep the crazy bums out. That guy kinda creeped me out.”
“Sure Tony, no problem.”
That night I ate dinner and was praised for having a job and attending it. I didn’t have to hide. The house was warm and my family was inviting. After eating I found myself in front of my computer, first writing and then playing StarCraft. The game had a hold on me, an addiction. Nothing else thrilled me that much, and nothing else could still entertain me completely after 10 years of use.
* * *
When I woke up in the morning I knew I wasn’t going to work. I had plenty of time get there, but my stomach told me I wasn’t going. I told myself that a day off was needed, a day to lie around lazy while playing StarCraft and eating like a slob. In the back of my mind I was really curious if the lawyer would show, even though all my rational told me that he wouldn’t.
The morning slowly drifted by as I ate breakfast and played StarCraft. The crazy bums ideas had a hold on me. I sat there playing and loving every minute of it. Why can’t I get paid to do the things I enjoy? Why isn’t there a way for me to earn cash by doing what I want to do, without extra, added chores? Someone who likes to read may become a librarian, but they aren’t paid to read. They are paid to organize, finance, reshelf, tell people about the library. All these jobs are made to create joy for others, and I only want to create joy for myself.
I played all morning, and noon quickly came around. In the middle of a game the doorbell rang, and I ignored it. The doorbell rang again, and again, but I wasn’t about to break away from my game. Then I heard a voice yelling up the stairs.
“Tony Vaughan, Mr. Tony Vaughan, are you here?”
I quickly paused my game and headed downstairs. We need to start locking the damn door, I thought to myself. At the base of the stairs stood a man in a dark suit, a slim face with slim glasses, and a buzzed haircut. He held a briefcase in his left hand and a clipboard in his right.
“Ah Mr. Vaughan, I’m glad you are here. I just need you to sign this contract and then take these time sheets to fill in how many games you play a day, how many hours you read, how many stories you write, and how many women you copulate with. Mail these in every Friday to the address on top. We will send you new sheets when you are running low.”
He handed me the clipboard and it slipped from my hand. The lawyer didn’t falter, just continued with his speech while picking the clipboard up and handed me a pen. I slowly looked down at the contract and saw my name typed at the bottom of the page. I signed underneath it and handed him back the clipboard.
“How is this happening? The bum in the bar told me it would happen, but how?”
“Well Mr. Vaughn, the man you met last night is a very rich and powerful man. He prefers not to live in the regular high society circle. Many times no one will see him for a week or two and he will return home looking like a vagrant. Last night was one of those times. My employer enjoys helping out those less fortunate than him, and essentially making their dreams come true. That’s why I am here sir, to make your dream job come true. Here are the time sheets, just send them in every Friday. Good day.”
“Wait! What’s his name? How do I thank him?”
“Those are things that you don’t need to know. Your interactions will be through me and my office. The address and phone number is..”
“On the top of the sheet, I know.”
“Very good sir. Is there anything else?”
I wanted to ask more but my mind was blank. I shook my head.
He gave me a large grin and said, “I will look forward to seeing your time sheets. Smile, you have just been reborn!”
He turned and left while my jaw sat open in a gape of complete bafflement. The lawyer went out the front door and gingerly closed it behind him. After staring at the doorway for a few minutes I looked down at the time sheets. I decided to get to work, went upstairs and created a new game of StarCraft. I was going to work hard today.
* * *
My family didn’t believe me. I didn’t blame them… my story was crazy. I still didn’t completely believe it myself, but I went to work every day. I rolled out of bed and opened StarCraft and played. If that bored me I wrote a story, or read Bukowski. My mom was very opposed to the entire idea. Even if it was true, even if there was money coming, I was getting paid to be a hermit. I was paid to be antisocial. She felt I would never get out, never go anywhere or see the sun. But she turned out to be wrong. With my money problems gone, my happiness increased. Every day was spent enjoying myself, playing games, writing and reading. I began to go out more since I had more free time. I went to the bars, to the clubs, and to the stores. My wardrobe increased, my car went from a $900 1983 Toyota Tercel to a 2008 BMW. Every bum I saw on the street I gave money to. I tipped large, ate well, and smiled constantly.
I immediately stopped going to “the” bar. I only went in there once more, after receiving my first paycheck. I asked Jim if the old bum had been around but Jim only saw him that one time. I dropped Jim a 40-dollar tip and bid him a final goodbye.
I was curious about the old man and wondered if I should hunt him down. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to -- maybe just to tell him thanks, maybe to ask him why, maybe I thought it would be like meeting god. I figured I could follow the lawyer around and eventually find the old man. But what was the point of that? What could I really gain? He made the deal without restrictions, but popping into his life might upset the situation. I decided to let sleeping dogs lie, to be happy with what I had going for me.
And wow, did I have a lot going for me! For the first 2 months I was a spending machine, moving into a posh new apartment, buying every new electronic gadget to hit the market, libraries worth of books, fancy meals and expensive alcohol. At first it was a new world, it was the world MTV had advertised to me, but quickly it became a shallow one.
One day my work didn’t excite me, my new toys didn’t excite me; none of my possessions or new girlfriends excited me. I went out and just drove, windows down, letting the air beat my face. I found myself at an old flea market. I wandered the stalls and started seeing interesting things that I knew friends would enjoy. I spent the entire day at the flea market and left carrying presents for everyone that had ever helped me out, shown me love and care. I delivered the presents over the next week and the joy on their faces sparked something inside of me. I realized that I could make myself happy by making others happy.
I started working harder, trying to pull in as much money as I could. I started writing a book, which kept me working hard. I spent a lot of time over at my parent’s house, helping out with chores and cooking between working on my book and playing quick games of StarCraft. I would go home and think about my book and read, alone in my bed, but not feeling lonely. I was working hard and making this money that I knew was going to cause some good.
It took 4 months of hard work before I finished my book. I had saved all the money that I could, and using what I saved I started my first charity foundation. It was directed at giving scholarships and support to kids from tough backgrounds, but that was just the starting point. I hoped that it would soon be providing academic scholarships and care for the homeless. I paid a few people to run the charity, people who seemed to really love the work. I wanted to provide enjoyable jobs and be a kind boss, which I was. I kept writing stories like crazy, played StarCraft like a fiend, and met girls here and there, but none seemed to understand my new passion. I poured all the money I could spare into the charity. I went from a salesman of waste to a vendor of relief.
Years went by and my checks kept coming. I got lucky and my short stories started selling, and then the books that I had started piling up began to sell. Soon I didn’t even need the checks, but I kept working hard so that I could pour the cash into my charity. I became more and more involved with the charity, making sure that I screened every applicant for a scholarship. I looked for kids that had gone wrong but were now straightening themselves out. I knew what it was like to only get attention when doing wrong but have people look at you blankly when doing something right. I wanted to reward them for once.
I thought that I was happy because I was helping others, and I’m sure that was part of it, but I realized that there was a bit more. Once I stopped worrying about where my next paycheck would come from my life started getting better. Once I started loving my work I could wake up in the morning with a smile on my face. I ruined that happiness when I was self indulgent, but I had realized the error and corrected it.
I never saw the bum from the bar again. The lawyer came around occasionally, but the man who was behind my happiness never showed himself. I did want to thank him personally, but always settled with sending messages through the lawyer. He had changed me from a bitter, dispirited, lazy man into a successful, happy, and generous community contributor. All he had to do was destroy money’s importance. He was able to free me from the system, and I plan to do the same for another poor soul one day.
well april has been a nice month to me. played 20k hands, made roughly 2k $ at 100nl/pl(5ptbb/100), which is a result that definately satisfies me.
I'll hope to earn a little in may (hoping for one k, exams are coming which means ill have to spend my free time on other things as poker^^), so that after may/june's exams are over I'll have a quite healthy roll to give it a shot at 200nl.
For the rest: running good at exams, it's going fine with the girls also :D
Life couldnt be better, let's hope itll stay that way
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I can't wait!! gonna post pics soon.
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