Only if i can catch!

"Twitching with Twight"
Mark Twight

Whats your problem? I think I know. You see it in the mirror every morning. Temptation and doubt hip hop inside your head. You know its not supposed to be like this. But you drank the Kool-Aid and dressed yourself up in someone else's life.
You're haunted because you remember having something more. With each drag of the razor you ask yourself why you piss your blood into another man's cup. Working at the job he offered, your future is between his thumb and forefinger. And the necessary accessories, the proclamations of success you thought gave you stability provide your boss security. Your debt encourages acquiescence, the heavy mortgage makes you polite.
Aren't you sick of being tempted by an alternative lifestyle, but bound by chains of your own choosing? Of the gnawing doubt that the college graduate, path of least resistance is the right way for you--Forever? Each weekend you prepare for the two weeks each summer when you wake up each day and really ride, or climb; the only imperative being to go to bed tired. When booming thermals shoot you full of juice and your Vario shrieks 7m/sec, you wonder if the lines will pop. The risk pares away life's trivia. Up there, sucking down the thin cumulus, the earth loos small, the boss even smaller, and you wish it could go on forever. But a wish is all it will ever be.
Because the ground is hard, Monday morning is harsh. You wear the hangover of your weekend rush under a strict and proper suit and tie. You listen to NPR because it's inoffensive, PFC: Politically ****ing Correct. Where's the counter-cultural righteousness that had you flirting with Bad Religion and the vintage Pistols tape over the weekend? On Monday you eat frozen food and live the homogenized city experience. But Sunday you thought about cutting your hair very short. You wanted a little more volume and wondered how out of place you looked in the Sub Pop Music Store. Flipping through the import section, you didn't recognize any of the bands. KMFDM? It stands for Kill Mother ****ing Depeche Mode. Didn't you know? How could you not?
Tuesday you look at the face in the mirror again. It stares back, accusing. How can you get by on that one weekly dose? How can you be satisfied with the artifice of these experiences? Why should your words mean anything? They aren't learned by heart and written in blood. If you can not grasp the consciousness-altering experience that real mastery of these disciplines proposes, of what value is your participation? The truth is pointless when it is shallow. Do you have the courage to live with the intergrity that stabs deep?
Use the mirror to cut to the heart of things and uncover your true self. Use the razor to cut away what you don't need. The life you want to live has no recipe. Following the recipe go you here in the first place.
Mix one high school diploma with and undergrad degree and a college sweetheart. With a whisk (or a whip) blend two cars, a poorly built house in a cul de sac, and 50 hours a week working for a board that doesnt give a **** about you. Reproduce once. Then again. Place all ingredients in a rut, or a grace. One is a bit longer then the other. Bake thoroughly until the resulting life is set. Rigid. With no way out. Serve cold and enjoy.
But there IS a way out. Live the lifestyle instead of paying lip service to the lifestyle. Live with commitment. With emotional content. Live whatever life you choose honestly. Give up this renaissance man, dilettante bull**** of doing a lot of different things(and none of them very well by real standards). Get to the guts of one thing; accept, without casuistry, the reponsibility of making a choice. When you live honestly, you can not separate your mind from your body, or your thoughts from your actions.

"If you really want to hurt them and their children not yet born tell them the truth always"
-Henry Rollins, See a Grown Man Cry, 1992

Tell the truth, First to yourself. Say it until it hurts. Learn the reality of your own selfishness. Quit living for other people at the expense of your own self, you're not really alive. You live in the land of denial--and they say the view is pretty as long as you remain asleep.
Well its time to WAKE THE **** UP!
So do it. Wake up. When you drink the coffee tomorrow, take it black and notice it. Feel the caffeine surge through you. Dont take it for granted. Use it for something. Burn the Grisham books. Sell the bad CDs. Mariah Carey, Dave Matherws, and N'Sync aren't part of the soundtrack where you're going.
Cut your hair. Dont worry about the gray. If you're good at what you do, no one cares what you look like. Go to the weight room. Learn the difference between actually working out and what you've been doing. Live for the Iron and the fresh air. Punish your body to perfect your soul. Kick the habit of being nice to everyone you meet. Do they deserve it? Say "no" more often.
Quit posturing at the weekly parties. Your high pulse rate, your 5.12s and quick time on the Slickrock Trail dont mean **** to anybody else. These numbers are the measuring sticks of your own progress; show, dont tell. Don't react to the itch with a scratch. Instead, learn it. Honor the necessity of both the itch and the scratch.
But a haircut and a new soundtrack do not a modern man make. As long as you have a safety net you act without commitment. You'll go back to your old habits once you meet a little resistance. You need the samurai's desperateness and his insanity.
Burn the bridge. Nuke the foundation. Back yourself up against a wall. Have an opinion one way or the other, get off the fence and rip it up. Cut yourself off so there is no going back. Once you're committed the truth will come out.
You ask about security? What you need is uncertainty. What you need is confusion. Something which forces you to reinvent yourself, a whip to drive you harder.

"I never try anything--I just do it. Want to try me?"
-White Zombie

In Dune, Frank Herber called it "the attitude of the knife", cut off whats incomplete and say "now it has finished, for it has ended there".
To carve out your place in the world of Gravity, you must make a commitment. All you have to be is good at your chosen discipline. Its a Meritocracy out there, with gravity as the auditor. Inconsistency, incompetence, and lies are all cut short by the ground. It will stop you if you cant stop yourself.

cliff notes

Read it...worth it imo

Cliff Notes

I wish I had some balls...but its already to late.

I'm in love.

I like your texts Mntbikr15.

Took this advice tonight! JK but I have another story!

So my girlfriend has this fat annoying friend who thinks she's all that. Whatever, everyone plays along to not make her feel bad. We pretend to listen to her talk, pretend to enjoy her stories/jokes, etc. It's not that she's just fat and annoying, either. She is just a weird, gross person.

0. She has devastating body odor. Sitting in a car with her is unbearable unless she keeps her arms down. One lift of her nasty arm lets out an aroma usually reserved for the deepest bodily pits of a man who has gone a week without bathing.
1. She spent the night at my apartment in my roommate's bed once (he slept on the couch to avoid her stench). She pissed in his bed and said NOTHING about it to anyone. Not to me, my roommate, or my girlfriend.
2. She did the same at my girlfriend's apartment - this time on the couch. Her solution? Flip the cushion over. How'd everyone find out? Girlfriend's roommate's mother sat in the urine. Nice.

Soo, tonight, we are at the same bar I mentioned in my last story. Everything is going fine. My roommate and I are enjoying some beers, talking to repulsive fat friend, etc. On the way home, I am drunk and getting tired of her stories, so I jokingly say "shut your yap." She continues. I then bring up a time one of my other friends went ballistic on her. "You remember when xxxx told you to shut the **** up? Yeah you should probably do that now." I'm saying all of this while laughing, and everyone in the car knows I'm not being serious.

Out of nowhere, she starts talking about my friend (the one who once told her to shut the **** up).

"The same xxxx who's fat and ugly who talks to a bunch of girls who don't want to talk to him?" Obv now it's time to war with the fatty.

"Turn that around," I say.

"What?" She asks.

"You can't say that. You're fat."

"WHAT, STEVEN?" She's dumb.

"You're a fat ****." I clarify.

At this point she reaches over my girlfriend to pull on my beautiful curly locks. Seconds later she attempts to punch the miracle between my legs. Obviously now the attack is in full swing, and I'm loving it, finally getting a reason to unleash the reality to this girl that she's a waste of overweight flesh.

We get home, I get out of the car, and the fatty follows me out and tries to fight me! I fend her off. She tries to dinosaur kick me with her high heels and throw girl punches at me. As I'm defending with my forearm she hungrily bites it. I grab her wrist and turn her around into a straight jacket position to show her how easily I could destroy her. She then turns around and spits in my face. I get away and just stand back while my roommate holds her back, trying to get her into the car.

Then, the beast tries to lay a guilt trip on my girlfriend. "Fine, go home with him."

My girlfriend is sleeping in my bed right now.

One fatty down.

you should give her ilp's number, i heard he's in the market for fatties now

I know its morning but WTF not a single LHE game running above 5/10 and only 1 5/10 game and not a single PLO game going. This is really getting stupid. Hey AP if you monitor this crap time to take action.

Cliff notes miles?

Just realized how it turned out.....its actually all one article....the qoutes in the middle are mearly included by author, Mark Twight....not new texts.

My b

Hahahaha, just had to come out of my lurking to say that is ****ing awesome. Nice TR.

n1 Miles!

Good stuff

lol vnh

Stage #1087053287: Holdem Normal $15/$30 - 2008-10-03 13:39:39 (ET)
Table: DALY CITY (Real Money) Seat #3 is the dealer
Seat 3 - ILUVHELLMUTH ($1120.47 in chips)
Seat 5 - SPIDERUNO ($454 in chips)
Seat 1 - HEISENB3RG ($927.50 in chips)
Seat 2 - MYAGAME777 ($833.50 in chips)
SPIDERUNO - Posts small blind $10
HEISENB3RG - Posts big blind $15
MYAGAME777 - sitout (wait for BB)
*** POCKET CARDS ***
ILUVHELLMUTH - Folds
SPIDERUNO - Raises $20 to $30
HEISENB3RG - Raises $30 to $45
SPIDERUNO - Calls $15
*** FLOP *** [10d 7h 2c]
SPIDERUNO - Checks
HEISENB3RG - Bets $15
SPIDERUNO - Calls $15
*** TURN *** [10d 7h 2c] [5d]
SPIDERUNO - Checks
HEISENB3RG - Bets $30
SPIDERUNO - Calls $30
*** RIVER *** [10d 7h 2c 5d] [10h]
SPIDERUNO - Checks
HEISENB3RG - Bets $30
SPIDERUNO - Raises $60 to $60
HEISENB3RG - Raises $60 to $90
SPIDERUNO - Raises $60 to $120
HEISENB3RG - Calls $30
*** SHOW DOWN ***
SPIDERUNO - Shows [Qd 3s] (One pair, tens)
HEISENB3RG - Shows [6h 6s] (Two Pair, tens and sixes)
HEISENB3RG Collects $418 from main pot
*** SUMMARY ***
Total Pot($420) | Rake ($2)
Board [10d 7h 2c 5d 10h]
Seat 1: HEISENB3RG (big blind) won Total ($418) HI$418) with Two Pair, tens and sixes [6h 6s - B:10h,B:10d,P:6s,P:6h,B:7h]
Seat 3: ILUVHELLMUTH (dealer) Folded on the POCKET CARDS
Seat 5: SPIDERUNO (small blind) HI:lost with One pair, tens [Qd 3s - B:10h,B:10d,P:Qd,B:7h,B:5d

PS

Go away

lol u beat me to it.. Too bad I lost 1.5k$ at the first table ive ever sat it on AP.

I actually played pretty bad at first, showing down too much cause I had no reads on anyone.

66 hand made my day tho

ah didnt see that part....opened the table right before that hand

Oh man now I can actually implement my unraised pot set mining technique vs. Heisenborg

Good story, but you show more restraint than I would. Once a girl goes for the nuts play time is over, and if she spit in my face I'd lose it

[ ] funny
[x] nice try though

that explains who that new tag was sitting at like 4 tables last night

Reminds me of Miles at the poker table: cool, calm, collected, less aggressive than most on the later streets, and full of wise ass comments intended to induce tilt.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..

Oh and amazing story #2 again.. It sounds like this woman crosses the line between beast and woman, you could have probabily thrown a couple jabs without a womans activist group coming after you.. I would have definitly at LEAST gave her a full force backhand bitch slap.

Animal rights goup might tho..

You were getting killed by everyone today and were one better than me on every hand but one. FWIW BIKR wish I would have listened to you at the beginning of the day. It ended up being my third worst day ever. Reviewing hand histories I am not sure whether I should laugh or cry.