It's exactly one month away from my birthday...

And for as far back as I can remember I've wanted to come in on that day weighing less than two hundred pounds, having a $10,000.00+ tournament score underneath my belt, and having a $20,000.00+ bankroll to play $2/$5 no limit hold em with.

None of that's ever happened,though.

I have failed repeatedly.

Over and over again.

If you've followed any of my threads before you know I enjoy a good WWE storyline or character from time to time and I've managed to transform myself into a real live one that plays in the $1/$2 NLHE and $2/$5 NLHE world.

Funny, I've never accomplished anything of note in the poker world.

Yet, if you combine up all my thread views from certain sites I've posted on it's most likely nearing a million.

So, a lot of you are here reading this either vehemently rooting for me to fail or finally do something worth cheering for in the poker community.

Whatever the case, you're here.

Just a few days ago someone in the "Staking Forum" whined about this post....

Facebook In America

"The Top 27 Ways To Jerk Yourself Off".."The 14 Best Celebrity Nudes From The Fappening".."You Won't Believe What Happens Next After This Moron Takes The Ice Bucket Challenge"..."If You Like To **** Pigs You're Going To Want To Read This".. "42 Captivating Police Brutality Photos"..."27 Videos Of Young Black Males Smoking Weed That Will Make You Hate ******s More Than You Already Do".."176 Excuses Not To Eat Your Wife's Pussy That You'll Want To Know".."62 Household Items You Need To Beat Your Child With".."10 Things More Fun For The Holidays Than Sticking Your Dick In The Mash Potatoes."

It was nice to see that someone still cared enough to complain about the 2+2 forum's resident swine.

So, now I'm back even after all my threads have turned to ashes.

It's ok, we'll be using them to fetilize this one.

In 2014 Brock Lesnar became obsessed with ending The Undertaker's almost twenty five year old Wrestlemania winning streak and introduced the "Eat, Sleep, Break The Streak" t-shirt to remind him of all the hard work and dedication that laid ahead for him to ultimately reach his goal. At Wrestlemania 30 Brock Lesnar did what he had sat out to do and the Undertaker's streak was no more.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVh19RNGl_g

So, this thread is going to be all about destroying bad habits, killing unproductive trends, and ending streaks that have gone on for far too long.

199lb, 10k+ tournament score, 20k+ bankroll here we come.

I'll be easy to find in Las Vegas over the next week as I'll be wearing this shirt often.



As always, this thread will contain a lot of non-poker related writing.

To those of you who are fans of that I have plenty of......

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJPAt56ERCw

Stay tuned.

First!! Stay hungry man. Glad to see you still got that eye of the tiger

Nice I'm excited for this thread.. Run good Lotgrinder

yup yup sub sub

Session #1

I didn't get to the poker room until 8pm today. That's because after I made this thread I drove straight to the gym, collected some money owed to me, and eventually made my way to this chinese restaurant in Lincoln Park, MI known as Cathay House. My waitress wasn't attractive. So, I obviously can't recall anything about her existence other than the fact I wouldn't have sex with her. But, I do remember a half order of general tsao's chicken and a coke set me back $16.95 + a $5.00 tip because after all I am a "Big Shooter," right?

So, I finally stroll into Motor City Casino's poker room and spot this ghetto looking white kid sporting a t-shirt that has a picture of one of his deceased friends on it who probably died of a heroin overdose or choking on his own vomit. Don't question my opinion on his friend died. I study my Facebook feed carefully. If a young black male dies these days it's from gang violence or police brutality. If a young white male dies it's from an overdose or suicide. That's because America as a whole and it's children are becoming more and more pussified. Probably why so many of you emos gotta water yourselves down with marijuana or other downers just to, "numb the pain." I mean some of you actually take the time to notify moderators I circumvent the profanity filter on this website. You're that pathetic. You all act like your wife fukked a biker or like your girlfriend got fingerbanged buy a Big Boy dishwasher.

Get over it.

Anyway, so I am fixated on this loser and his t-shirt for what seems like an eternity while I wait for my $2/$5 NLHE seat to open up. I am hating this kid down to the bone, even though I don't even know him. I can't believe I still do this to people. It makes me sick. It's actually depressing that I'm a grown man yet my mind works like a small child when it comes to things like this. But, that's why you read my entries. I'm not afraid to admit how awful of a person I can be at times. No matter what I'm always going to kick you the real deal. You're always going to get a no holds barred look into my mind and the way I think. I don't care much about the repercussions.

I've got no god that doesn't exist I have to follow.

I've got no wife who hasn't sucked my dick in a decade I have to make happy.

I've got no kids that hate me who I have to work and provide for.

I've got no computer I have to bunch my employee number into, no corporate guidelines I have to follow, no employee handbook I have to read, no after work festivites I am required to attend, and no boss that can ever crush my soul by asking me to come in on a Saturday or saying something like, "You know. I have a family I'd like to see more of as well. I know how close you are with your Grandmother. But, sometimes in this business we have to make sacrifices Justin."

No.

That's not true.

No.

You don't have a family you want to see more of.....

That's why you work seventy hour work weeks. That's why your wife is an alcoholic all strung out on prescription pills using a Hitachi Magic Wand to stimulate her clit instead of waiting for you to come home and fukk her. You never do anymore. That's because you pay to meet escorts in hotels on your lunch hour or fukk whatever female employee is kind enough to laugh at your awful jokes for the time being. That's why your son is all strung out on dope. That's why your high school daughter is fukking a 26 year old loser with no job. That's why your Mother and Father know the next door neighbors better than they do you now days. That's why you hate your life. Those are the reasons why you want to be here at work all the time. It has nothing to do with sacrifice. I'm so happy that if you ever took the time to try to lie to me again I could look you straight in the eye and tell you to suck my dikk.

Now that's what I call freedom my friends.

Not the kind Johnny just got his limbs blown off for over in Iraq.

Real freedom.

And I still have it...

And I'm happy to be back writing for you...

And as always, yes...

I promise you I am still 100% the swine I've always been.

Nothings changed.

But, as you know after I've taken time to reflect and really think things through.

I usually get things right.

There was nothing wrong with that young kid or the t-shirt he was wearing. As I took my seat at the $2/$5 NLHE table I couldn't help but notice all the logos that surrounded me. The Polo horse, the Lacoste gator, the Nike swoosh, the New Balance "N" on my 990 shoes. Here was me and all these people who had spent money to rep some $hit corporate brands and help their CEO's live in wealth and excess. While this youth had took time out of his day to create his own shirt, most likely head to a local family owned t-shirt store, and contribute to his local economy.

You want to know who the loser was when I was thinking those thoughts about him earlier?

This guy, right here.

So, I channel my hate unto myself and let the poker session begin.

Whether it's hate directed at myself or another it keeps me focused, it keeps me motivated, it helps me compete at a high level, and it helps me feel no shame when I pull out whatever weapon needed from my arsenal at the poker table with hopes to break you.

When I am at my best, I am often fueled by fury.

The session starts off with lots to be furious about.

We end up getting Ad8d our very first hand in the BB. It's a six way limped pot and the flop comes down 8c 6d 8h. SB checks, I check, and it unfortunately it checks all the way around. The turn brings a 4. SB flips out and bet $45 into a $30 pot. I flat call to see if any other honkeys want to come along for the ride. But, they all fold out. River brings a meaningless deuce. The SB leads $45 again into a $120 pot. So, I'm thinking, "Yes, good for sure. Lets raise it to $145 here because this moron is never folding a weaker 8." I raise and he snap calls. He rolls over a turned straight. FML.

A half hour later I've managed to identify an exotic at the table and he's doing a lot of $10 to $15 opens at the table. In this hand we are the BB again and he decides to straddle. We are sitting with Kh10h and by the time it gets to us there is 5 limpers. We decide to just call. The dude in the straddle makes it $35. We call and so do two others including the SB and button. Flop is K K 2 rainbow. Straddle dude makes it $25. OTB who is a thinking TAG capable of bluffing as I have history with him raises it to $125. I flat with K/10 kicker and only have around $200 remaining. I decide I am never folding. Turn is a blank 3 and button instantly says "All In." I decide he does not have KJ or KQ or AK obv because he didn't raise his OTB in a straddled pot. My guess is he has a complete airball or 22. I call. He rolls 22.

So, we're two hours into "Eat, Sleep, Break The Streak" and we're getting banged on like a chinese gong. To add to our dismay off our second $500 buy in we've dwindled down to $365 and are confronted by an Asian's 3bet when we open on the button to $30 trying to fold out 3 limpers. The Asian was in the BB and he sized his 3bet to $90. I have played with this kid before and he knows I am capable of raising light from near the button. I have also noticed his 3bet sizing has been lower than that when he had really premium hands. When he 3bet from $90 in the BB I put him on 99-QQ, Air, or A2-AK. I really thought a 4bet shove for $365 could get him to fold out 99-JJ, Air, and any ace except AK. As I eyed him down and contemplated the $365 shove I thought about all the success I usually have against Asian players. Long time reader of mine "HarryThePro" even suggested I take on the name of "Lotzilla" instead of "Lotgrinder" because I've owned countless amounts of Asian's souls at the poker table. So, in honor of "HarryThePro" I shipped A2 offsuit "Arr In" and he folded faster than The Buffalo Bills in The Super Bowl sonn.

Lotzilla strikes again.

From there on out things got good for "The People's Champ" and we were able to finish the six hour session up $700.

It's good to be back and I promise you haven't seen my best yet...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0axJQExQgCQ

Love the update..

Go LG!

Up at 6am without being on some sort of upper for the first time in years to catch this Spirit Air flight to Las Vegas. They already told me, "**** you" when I asked for a blanket and charged me $15 to take a piss. I love this airline.

Spirit is the worst... Flew them for EDC out in Vegas a few years ago and wanted to die on the way home cramped next to a 300 pounder after a week of partying...

Great blog enjoy your writing style. look forward to reading more

GL in Vegas OP. Eat them exotics like a double Filet-O-Fish from McDs.

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Flying back to Michigan now.

Got some batting practice in on a $200 Venetian tourney and went deep into a Bellagio $560. But, didn't cash. Banged on the cash games gongs pretty good, though.

Full trip report coming soon.

Session #2

I wake up Friday morning at 6:00 am. It's the first time in years I've been up this early without being on some sort of upper. I have to catch a 7:30 am Spirit Airline flight from Detroit to to Las Vegas and I'm going to be cutting it close. As I cruise down I-94 East I am thankful to still be in the prime of my youth and able to use the twenty four hours in a day any way I choose. No wife, no kids, no masters, and no strings attached to us so it's time to venture into "The Great Wide Open" much like Tom Petty did in 1991.

As I board the aircraft, I request a blanket from the flight attendent and she replies, "Go fukk yourself, welcome to Spirit Airlines." I shrug it off and go on to ask, "Well can I at least take a piss?" She answers, "That will be $15.00 sir." I reluctantly pay the fee and proceed to the bathroom where I ponder rubbing one out. But, I'm too exhausted and also worried the airline would find some way to charge me for it. So, I finish up, wash my hands, and make way to my seat where I'm packed in like a family of Mexicans in a 1992 Ford Pinto.

During the flight I decide to write a few stories and letters that I store in my cell phone under "Working Titles To Be Determined." I should probably invest in an iPad to make this process easier. But, the truth is Mark Zuckenberg and Steve Jobs have pretty much ruined the world. So, I absolutely refuse to invest in any $hit product Apple puts out and only use my Facebook to gauge just how materialistic, celebrity obsessed, ignorant, and stupid American society has become. Many men enjoy flexing in the mirror to admire their physique. I enjoy scrolling my Facebook feed to admire my intellect.

Go ahead and get mad about it. If you're not confident you can do at least one thing or a few things better than others you're most likely a loser. You probably have no edge. Your girlfriend is going to end up leaving you for a man with a barbed wire bicep tattoo who drives a four wheel drive Dodge Ram with a Hemi in it. That motherfukker who always drives 85mph in the snow thinking the 4wd makes him invincible. Then you drive two miles up the road and do the internal Tiger Woods fist pump when you see his truck rolled over into the ditch. Yeah, that dude is going to **** your girlfriend if you don't stop being a pussy.

So, if you don't like my posts go back to posting food on your Facebook.

The people you add as friends who you haven't talked to since second grade care.

I promise.

To those of you who love Lotgrinder and want more, well here's how to order...

www.lotgrinder.com

So sing and rejoice, sing and rejoice.

Just like Mike Patton said in 1992 on Faith No More's "Angel Dust's" opening track

"I, I can help. I can help you help yourself."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiyvw5AD-C8

Again, here's how to order.

www.lotginder.com

Make sure you go there to read my stories, blogs, etc with an interactive twist.

And now back to my story.....

I check into my room at Bally's north tower. It's the same hotel I stayed in when all you fun loving swine bought me into the 2012 World Series of Poker. As you all know I am forever grateful for that and if you look in the Marketplace forum our WSOP dreams are still very much alive. "The People's Bankroll" is in good shape and weighing in at around $5,000.00 USD for tournament play this year. Which is what brought me to Las Vegas. I am not afraid to admit it. I want a 10k+ tournament score as much as you all want to dig your tongue into some hot teenage pussy and much like Faith No More's 1992 track "Epic's" chorus. Tournament success has been "In my face, but I haven't been able to grab it."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZG_k5CSYKhg

Whether it's been suckouts or me failing to tighten my all in calling range accordingly late I've failed.

So, I decided to take this trip in order to get some batting practice in on a Venetian $200/12k chip stack tourney with 30 minute blind levels and a Bellagio $560/10k chip stack tourney with 40 minute blind levels. Both ended in failure despite me playing well. But, it felt good to be back playing some tournaments and I can't wait to get onto the next ones. The mental capacity of most my opponents at these levels are comparable to my left nutsack. So, my confidence is high as your teenage daughter at a Flosstradumbass show.

Hey, I can't blame her you know.

You gotta be high to enjoy that Dubstep $hit.

Anyway, I think it's time we get onto the second cash game session of "Eat, Sleep, Break The Streak." Sorry if it's taken a little too long. If you're having trouble paying attention you can always eat another ten milligrams of adderall. I won't tell your local pharmacist how you've been abusing your script. Even though I hate dealing with all you beady eyed bastards at the poker table.

Cheaters.

The lot of you.

So, we finally take out seat at Bellagio $2/$5 NLHE and buy in for $500. A hour into the session we catch a glimpse of an ace being dealt to the table nit and now we know one of his hole cards. Sure enough we wake up with pocket kings and raise to $15 to determine if the nit has AA or AK. After two people call our raise the nit 3bets to $75, we raise to $135, and the nit monkey shoves "all in" for over $1000. We quickly throw our KK into the muck and escape losing only half of what a fast food worker has to work 40 hours a week for....

Sad how many of you laugh at them for wanting to make more than minimum wage.

Sad how many of you think you're so much better.

Sad how you can't realize how much more in common you have with them than you do the ultra rich CEO's whose ideals and policies you push.

I'd like to take the time to remind you that you will always be scoffed at and discarded by the real upper class.

You will never be elite.

You will never get to experience true luxury.

You will never bathe in wealth and excess.

You can keep patting yourself on the back that your ability to retain information, fill in blanks, and select the correct answers to multiple choice questions have given you a bigger house, nicer car, a few more vacations, and a lot more worthless material possessions than a minimum wage worker has if that makes you happy, though.

Sure, I can agree some people's skills are worth more than others.

Conversely, I'd argue everybody's time is worth a lot more than $7 or $8 a hour.

It's also ironic how many people's blood boils over a fast food worker wanting to make as much as an American soldier. However, they fail to find anything wrong with the fact out government is only paying our soldiers $15 a hour to carry out their often evil foreign policy objectives. Not to mention treating them like dirt after their years of service are over.

The civil war might have ended slavery.

But, all it did was bring upon slave wages.

There is no doubt in my mind that each and every one of you reading deserves more than what you make.

As long as you look for reasons to hate one another and remain divided that trend will continue.

Now onto the next hand where we wake up with AdQd under the gun and raise it to $25. We're called by an attractive woman otb who looks like she hasn't had her clit licked the right way in years. She just looks like a bitch. So, of course I am itching for the opportunity to rattle her cage. The flop comes down Ac 8c 7d. I lead out $40. She calls. Turn card is a 6h. I check. She senses weakness and cuts out a $90 bet. I think for a minute and decide she is capable of floating the flop and looking for a scare card or check from me to rep the ace and try to fold out my KK-99 pair range. I determine she is capable of this by her appearance, her ipad, headphones, and her conversing with a local next to her. River card is a 5d. I check. She quickly grabs a $100 bill and is about to throw it in. Then goes back for another $50 to add on top of it. I decide to look her up and she says, "If you call, you win." Then rolls over an 8d while her other card remains face down.

I stone face her and refuse to turn over my cards. She says, "If you have the ace you're good." I reply, "I'll wait until you turn over both cards." She says, "I said if you have the ace you're good." I reply, "Go on and keep talking. My cards aren't being turned over until you turn over your other one. Like I said, I'll wait."

"Just show the ace and you win." She says. Clearly irritated now.

"That's ok. I'll wait." I reply.

"You serious?" She asks.

"Yup. I'll wait." I reply.

Finally with disgust she turns over a rag four.

I turn over my AQ and scoop the pot.

A guy next to me compliments me and says, "That was awesome."

We start a conversation and the lady tries to butt in. But, I back her off with, "We're not talking to you." Clearly iRate she leaves the table and takes a walk. I can't stand these hot poker skanks that think they're entitled to soft play and guys kissing their ass. If you're a female and not fukking me or sucking my dick. I'm not doing you any favors. Sorry, go have your friend zone buddy take you to Olive Garden or The Cheesecake Factory. God I remember when I was that guy. What an awful existence. Thankfully, I get more teenage pussy now at the age of 30 than when I was 21. Amazing what some confidence can do.

After this hand nothing worthy of note happens and we go on to grind out a $250 win in this six hour session. On our way back to the hotel room we stop at the burger joint located inside Bally's and order a $8.65 chocolate milkshake. The bartender who serves us is pretty hot and it makes us miss being back home where we are fortunate enough to have a few beautiful ladies that we can spend some quality time with.

Perhaps I'll post some pics of them soon in this thread because I haven't figured out how to build chip stacks like Running Uphill and therefore am incapable of providing any chip porn.

Again, it's good to be back.

Working the rust off of these keyboard.

Stay tuned for Session 3...

Thanks for the update. Glad to hear you are getting back in some tourneys again.

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Absolutely brilliant writing style, really enjoyable!

Session #3

It's 4am Saturday night. A text pops up in my Galaxy III from my friend Rex that reads, "You need to come outside. You'll never believe who I stuffed in the trunk tonight. Just rolled out of the casino with both of them. I've gotta get them on ice until the morning. Then I'll be on my way to the taxidermist."

If you aren't familiar with my poker vocabulary a "stuffing" of any poker player into my trunk means we've taken them for $500+ in a single pot. Then after our taxidermist gets through with him or her the "mantling" takes place. This is where we add the player's head to our mantle above the fireplace so we can show our friends, family, and other players while we are cracking a beer and telling poker stories.

During this holiday season Rex and I have been putting in long hours at Motor City Casino trying to get this guy Mike and his four horses mantled on a custom piece from Timbercrest Taxidermy in Sterling Heights. I have personally landed a kill shot on Mike and three of his horses. However, the fourth one has alluded me on several occassions. Just recently Rex and I looked much like Tommy and Richard from the movie "Tommy Boy" when we were on our way to get the mantle completed with the final horse dead in the backseat.

Or so we thought....

We had our KK all in vs the fourth horses AJ on a J 2 4 flop for over $600. We were able to set up the kill shot when the fourth horse spazz 3bet a fishes $30 open from the SB to $125. We had limped in our KK from under the gun as the fourth horse had been iso 3bet raising the fish a lot. We then proceeded to just call the bet and doing so while dressed in American flag pants, an eagle shirt, and a hat that says, "Murica..That's Why." makes great camoflauge when you're out here hunting.

A lot of poker players don't know what you're capable of....

So, there's around $300 in the pot and the flop comes down J 2 4. The horse checks. I ship all in. He snap calls and rolls AJ. Rex and I's eyes light up because we've long wanted this custom mantle for our new years eve party. Now we have it. So, like I said above. We're on the road driving to the taxidermist and the turn card is a 3. The river card is a 5 giving the horse a suck out straight and sure enough the god dam motherfukker wakes up.

AHHHHHH!!!!! HE'S ALIVE!!!!!

By the time this horse is done escaping he scoops a 1.2k pot and leaves our whip completely destroyed.

Watch here for a visual presentation of the hand....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbSFxlfuf9s

As I expected, the first carcass in Rex's trunk was none other than the fourth horse. "How'd you get him?" I asked. Rex replied, "He made it easy on me. Didn't even have to use any specialized lures, baits, or scents. It was pure tilt. He was giving Mike's money away tonight."

"So, who is the second one?" I inquired.

"You're never going to believe it," he replied. "He's a centerpiece for sure."

"A centerpiece?" I asked.

"A Detroit poker legend," he assured me. "Go on and take a look underneath Mike's horse if you want. You'll need to see it to believe it. It took him getting aces twice in a row or I'd have never been able to do it. The bastard always buys in for $300. Thankfully, I caught him right after he doubled up before he could signal for the hit and run."

"Wait. No. Impossible. You gotta be kidding me? Moe?" I exclaimed

"Yup." he replied. "Go on and take a look for yourself."

And sure enough he was telling the truth.

It had been over ten years since I last saw Moe lying dead in a trunk.

The only time I was able to stuff him was back in 2004 when I had just got out of Isabella County jail. Moe and I were deep in a $1/$2 No Limit Hold Em game and he was on the button. There was around six limpers so he made a big raise to $25. Three people including myself called which put about $110 in the pot to fight over. The flop came down As 7c 8c. Everyone checked to Moe. Moe bet $100 into the $110 pot. It got back to me and I went all in for $500 with 9c 10c which gave me a straight flush draw. Most of the time any club, any jack, or any six would win me the pot. But, this time I was in trouble. Moe had the Ac Jc in his hand. Meaning my flush outs (the clubs) were no good because if the flush hit he'd have a bigger one. He also had a jack in his hand blocking one of my jack outs. So, I really only had 7 outs (a 28% chance to win the pot). Moe was in a dominating position. Still, he was pondering the call.

I'll never forget when he said, "Do you have a set or a flush draw? Tell me the truth and I'll fold. I'm serious."

"I have a flush draw I replied. A straight flush draw." I replied. Essentially telling him the truth. But, hoping he'd believe I have a set and fold out any ace he could be holding or hoping he just put me on an ace and would then fold out his 1010-KK pair range.

So then he says, "Alrite. I believe you have a flush draw. So, I think I am going to call you. But, I have one favor to ask."

"What's that?" I reply.

Then he tells me, "Well, this is all the money I got in front of me and if I miss the flush draw I'm going to be broke. If I lose this pot is there any way you can throw me ten bucks for ciggarrettes and White Castle." Which if you go back ten years $10.00 was enough to get you a pack of cigs and some sliders for sure.

"I got you $10.00 if you lose the pot." I assured him.

"Alrite. I believe you," he said. "You're a good guy and a good player. I call."

Then he rolled over his AcJc.

I'll never forget what happened after I rolled over my 9c 10c.

He stood up, put on his coat because he knew he was leaving with 1k+ in his pocket or just $10.00 for cigs and White Castle, and then looked me straight in the eye from across the poker table.

"Don't worry kid. You'll win," he said. "I've been seeing you cash out with a lot of money lately. This is your time. In order to be a legend you've got to defeat a legend. You're a good player."

And as that two of diamonds hit on the turn and that beautiful jack of spades hit on the river to give us a straight I felt like I was The Ultimate Warrior and Moe was Hulk Hogan at Wrestlemania Six. I had defeated a Detroit poker legend "1,2,3" in the middle of the table and to this day Moe and I have never even went past the flop against one another again.

A lof of people try to shame Moe's game. But, the truth is Moe has been and will continue to be more successful than most in the Detroit poker community. One of my favorite quotes of all time from him is, "Yeah, sure there's a lot of strategy that goes into the game you know. I've read it all. But, the truth is that at these levels the players are all idiots. They're bad bad bad bad players. You just gotta get in, get the money, and get out before one of these morons gets a lucky hand and catches you. Who cares what they think when you rack up with their money and leave. Fukk em all. That's what I say."

So, mantling a guy like that is worthy of a lifetime achievement award and explains why my boy Rex was happy as a dirty hippy chopping up low quality cocaine with his bridge card. So, after we finish getting the two dead bodies on ice we decide to hit a Detroit afterhours for a few beers. As we're leaving I'm approached by a bum on the street who ask me for thirty nine cents.

"Sorry. I only have a dollar." I reply.

"I'll take that." He says. "**. I'll take two. I'm hungry."

"Why did you ask me for thirty nine cents then?" I ask.

"I don't know. But, I'll take whatever you want to give me." He replies.

This sort of thing starts to wear on you after a while. To see so many people in my city broken down and defeated. To hear another human being reduce themselves to, "I'll take whatever you want to give me." To know he or she has absolutely no value in this system that's essentially left them for dead.

I go back and forth on my thoughts on welfare.

Sure, it's nice to believe if you took away government assistance people would become motivated to get an education or find a job. But, I think there's an overwhelming amount of people that are just too long defeated, too far gone, too weak, and already feeling far too entitled to pull themselves up from their bootstraps. These people aren't going to magically become "job ready" and qualified to find gainful employment. There is a greater chance the impoverished people you take government assistance away from will be marching down your christian streets to steal back what you middle class suburbanites vote to take away from them than there is them lining up to work the minimum wage jobs you offer. I can promise you that much. Even some of the staunchest conservatives will tell you it's better to keep these "animals" as you refer to them caged up in their homes with just enough money for food, cable tv, cell phones, internet, and whatever else they can afford to be pacified. What do you care if they hustle a little on the side for a new $hit tattoo they'll never get completed or a used 2008 Escalade with 195k miles and some nice rims on it?

There's better villains out there to hate and root against than these people.

Let me point out a few....

(To Be Continued Tomorrow)

Part 2 plZ

Yeah, this is currently one of the top live pg&c's

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Sorry about the lack of updates boys.

Things got a little crazy the last few days.





Will explain more later.

Session #3 (Continued)

Take Lance Armstrong, Alex Rodriguez, Ryan Braun, and any other athlete who has used performance enahancing drugs to achieve stardom for example.

These cheaters have all looked the you in the eye on your television screen and lied to you over and over again like a cheating whore. Yet, many of you reading this still worship these false idols. You give these nobodies who can't string a sentence longer than "It is what it is...." together standing ovations. You pay their outrageous salaries every time you tune into the latest and greatest sports telecast. Then you whine about some broke peon using an "Obama" phone on your Facebook when that low-income policy has been in place for over a decade.

http://www.factcheck.org/2009/10/the-obama-phone/

Don't want to hate the modern day gods who entertain you known as athletes?

Why not hate the millionare CEO who is on www.seekingarrangement.com right now lining up two eighteen year old sluts to come to his suite at MGM Grand Detroit hotel so he can snort cocaine out of both their a$$holes s or do whatever else he wants with them?

It's been a good year for him you see.

His companies stock was listed at $10.00. After he laid off 3000 workers and doubled the workload for the 3000 employees that remained his companies stock soared to $12.50. A glorious 25% gain for his shareholders and a hundred million dollar bonus for him. That's what happens when you figure out ways to keep your profits the same while cutting your labor costs in half you see. This is the type of behavior that's encouraged and rewarded in corporate America. This is really the guy you're helping out when you're standing on your middle class soap box spouting mindless drivel about how low-income assistance programs are ruining America.

And if you don't stop hating poor people it's going to be your wife, daughter, sister, girlfriend, or granddaughter going out on this guys million dollar yacht next reenacting his favorite porn scenes from www.captainstabbin.com.

So, tonight when I refuse to give the bum a dollar or thirty nine cents it's not because I hate him. It's because I don't particularly like or understand his hustle. "Why ask me for thirty nine cents when you know I'm not going to have thirty nine cents to give you?" I ask.

"I don't know." He says. "I was thinking you'd just give me a dollar man. Can you spare it? I can use two. I can use five. It's cold."

"Sorry," I reply. "Next time ask me for a dollar and tell all your friends to stop using that 'Can you spare thirty nine cents line.' You're not fooling anyone."

"Awww, **** you." He yells as I walk away.

Gotta love Detroit bums.

Anyway, I head home for a good nights rest and get to MGM Grand Casino early the next day where I take some batting practice in the smaller stakes $1/$2 NLHE game while I wait for the $2/$5 NLHE table to open up. When I am finally sat at the $2/$5 NLHE game I am estatic to see a rich man named Bruce that often plays the $5-$10 mandatory $25 straddle PLO game. This guy has more money than god and could pay your wife to cater to his prostate fetish if he had one. He'll also just open ship $500+ into pots if he thinks you are weak or even if he thinks you are strong in hopes you'll fold to his bluff so he can roll his cards over and show you how big of a pussy you really are. I absolutely love playing poker with this guy.

So, we've been coasting along for the first three hours and are up $300. Which means we have $800 in front of us when we are dealt pocket kings under the gun. We raise it to $25 and get three callers including Bruce. $100 total in the pot when the flop comes down Kd 8d 8s which gives us a full house. We decide to lead $45 into the three callers as it looks like a weak/see where I am at bet and hope one of the other players will try to pounce on our perceived weakness and bluff. Sure enough, Bruce obliges us and makes it $150. The guy next to Bruce snap calls the $150. It gets back to us and we take a minute before calling the $105 raise to act like we have a tough decision. The turn card is a 3h. We check. Bruce Checks. Other guy checks. River card is a 6s. We are torn between leading $100 to get value from Bruce + the other guy if he has an 8 or checking and giving Bruce the opportunity to bomb the pot for $500+ on a bluff. We decide to check. As expected Bruce bombs the pot all in. The other guy folds out. We call, take a $5 chip, turn our cards over, and politely place the red chip on top of our cards because we just won around $900 in one pot.

Now that we've got one man stuffed in our trunk it's time to get onto the next one.

We're sitting with around 1.8k when we're dealt pocket aces in mid position. It's folded around to us and we open to only $20 with our AA because we're scared if we make it too much everyone will fold. We have the best hand in the game. We don't want to scare the exotic sea creatures out of the water. We want to make sure they stay in and swim with us when we have premium hands. It folds around to the small blind who makes it $85. Oh baby. Now, this guy is usually pretty level headed. However, he's been stuffed into two different trunks tonight and is down over $1000. I know what it feels like to be down a G at the poker table and on tilt. You're looking for any chance to coin flip to win $500 when you should just be sticking to the game plan and avoiding coin flip spots because in live poker finding spots where we are 65%+ favorites to win the pot is much like having sex with your sister or a Guns N Roses track that appeared on the all time classic "Appetite For Destruction."

It's So Easy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HR_ONjZD9A0

We end up using our read on this man's mood to our advantage.

We decide that if we ship all in for $500 the man will call us with 88-QQ because he'll be up for coin flipping and put us on AQ or AK. If he's holding AK or AQ himself he'll put us on 88-QQ. Basically, he'll do anything inside his mind to convince himself that he is a coin flip against us and it is that in which he does.

He quickly says, "Call." Then rolls his Ace/King." After that he proceeds to say, "I think we're flipping."

"Sorry." I reply. "It's my lucky night. I got aces."

Which scoops us another $500 to add to our 1.8k stack.

We go on to win 1.6k in this session.

Putting us at +$2.5k since "Eat, Sleep, Break The Streak Started."

More updates to follow soon.

Moar....

OP is a genius, confirmed.

Nice session man, keep it up!

Sorry for the lack of updates.

I've completed two more sessions since and have most of the blogs typed out.

I want to give you all killer no filler, though.

Please understand that this takes time much like a BRO getting his hair together for the club with his L.A. Looks Megahold Blue.

Stay tuned.

Session #4

It's another "Fish Friday" at MGM Grand Detroit and I've decided to show up early to play the $2/$5 No Limit Hold Em game that is traditionally filled with a fine assortment of $hit regs, tags, and nits. As I'm waiting for the game to start a text from "HBK" himself pings into my phone and says, "How's that $2/$5 line up looking? All regulars I bet." I confirm Rex's suspicions and let him know the game is going to be filled with a lot of familiar faces.

You see most of us guys who play poker for a living prefer to play against the worst competition possible. We're always looking to give ourselves the biggest edge. When we go up against a table full of people who only play a few days a month it's like Lebron James going up against high school kids at basketball. We should win every time. But, will lose 25%-30% of the time in cash game due to variance and any more than that can be attributed to bad play or tilt. So, as long as we are constantly matching ourselves up against the worst competition and keeping our emotions in check. We're always going to be able to make around $30 a hour at $2/$5 NLHE.

Which is where I've been for the past year or two. However, I am now starting to realize that exploiting the regulars is going to be what propels me to making $40-$50. Sure, it's nice to be a 7 on the scale of 1-10 at poker and make a living off of guys that are a 1-4. But, learning to beat on the regulars that are stuck at a 5-6 like they are street ******s selling cigarrettes on New York street corners is where we can find a 33% raise for ourselves in income and that's been my focus lately.

On this Friday night I decide to act like the New York police officers who attacked Eric Garner and treat my opposition much like any minority my badge allows me to beat on for fun. I will be relentless when trying to cripple my opponents chip stacks. I will use well timed aggression that brings them to their knees. I will put their bankrolls in a chokehold applied so savagely that the last thing they will say before I stuff them dead into the back of my trunk is......

#icantbreathe

When I sit I know without question I am the best player at the table. All of these people are weak. All of these people are squares. They can be banged on like a set of chinese gongs and none will ever check-raise or re-raise me unless they have the nuts. They will fold repeatedly to continuation bets on the flop. They will fold just as often to well timed double barrels on the turn when we have favorable board textures.

If they call the flop and call the turn, we'll most likely give up on the river because 90%+ of the time someone calls a flop and turn bet they are not going to fold the river. These recreational players do not come to the casino to find folds on the river once they've already put a lot of money in the pot on the prior two streets of action. We won't go too far over the top much like that coward NYPD pig who jumped off the top rope with a flying knee to Eric Garner's head when he was defenseless.

Here's to hoping that entire gang of thugs ends up in jail one more time.

#icantbreathe

Don't try to mix and match that case with what happened to Michael Brown in Ferguson.

This is a quote taken from none other than Officer Sullivan himself while we were snorting lines off some strippers asses at 7am in Bouzoukis.

"Wait a minute bro. Tell me. Didn't that kid reach for the cops gun? Yup. How many bullets did the cop pump into him again? Wasn't it like 10? Ok bro. How about this? If it was me and anyone reached for my gun. You get 13 bullets pumped into your chest from me. Sorry bro. Don't wanna die? Don't be a loser and reach for my gun bro. I've got cocaine to snort and nitrous tank parties to go to on the weekend."

To which I agree.

These police officers have familes to go home to...

Once you escalate an altercation with them where a reasonable person may believe the officer feared for his life, they don't have to do you any favors.

Sorry.

Now back to banging on these on this $hit regs like Chinese gongs.

We raise 50% of the first 25 hands to $15, $20, $25, or $30 depending on the amount of people who limped in. Half the time everyone folds. The other half everyone folds to our continuation bets. Everything is going our way. After about a hour we see a NIT limp in from first position. The table is also starting to get annoyed with the amount of raising we've been doing. So, this is when NITs will look to limp in with QQ and AA to re-raise our $25 open to $500 and teach us a lesson. We're sitting with 10c8d on the button and elect to just limp in for $5. It goes six way action to the flop and we strike gold. Js 9s 7h. The NIT from first position bets $50 because there is an obvious flush draw and straight draw on the board. We raise it to $125. The NIT starts shaking violently like we do when the cherry fanta slurpee at 7-11 is all blood red watery. The NIT doesn't know what to do. It's obvious he limped in with AA or KK and can't figure out if we flopped two pair or better. We've been raising a lot so he knows there's a good chance we could be bluffing. This NIT is old so he's obviously read "CALL THAT LITTLE PUNK." That's a book all players over 55 have read 10x older and it teaches them the benefits of never folding top pair or better against a "LITTLE PUNK." So, he reluctantly calls. We get lucky and a 2h falls on the turn. This card does not complete a flush or straight so the NIT thinks his AA or KK could be good for sure and he ships all in for like $350 and we snap call. He rolls his AA and we obviously hold up to scoop the pot.

This is a great way to start the day.

A NIT in the back of the trunk ready to go to the taxidermist and this has us thinking about unicorns, rainbows, haribo gummy bears, sasha grey sucking me off in a pubic bathroom, trips to disneyworld as a child with papa, grandma, and grandma marge.

Two hours later we're sitting up $1000.00 and actually thinking about venturing into the real world on a Friday night and meeting some of our friends at TV Bar in Detroit. Then a poker player so exotic he deserves his own display at Sea World takes a seat at the table. I hadn't seen this guy in years. He is the ultimate weak passive exotic. He simply can not fold any pair unless there is an ace on the board in a raised pot. Even then he's hesitant like your wife when you bring up anal.

So, this creature sits down and proceeds to double up right away and now he's sitting with a G in front of him. We're just a little over four hours into our session and know that if we can catch this guy in a big hand we're going to be leaving up two thousand dollars and up 4.5k overall since "Eat, Sleep, Break The Streak" started. Things are trending in the right direction much like my FNSR stock was in 2011 and then that sloppy **** variance decided to rear her ugly head again.

You see back in 2011 I had over 50k invested in FNSR stock. It has been three earnings in a row that bull had run wild and trampled every broke welfare peon as it paraded itself down wall street. So, I decided to go "All In" again and didn't sell off before earnings were announced. Then the company announced that it has missed earnings and lowered it's next quarter's guidance. On that day I lost over $16,000.00 in the aftermarket. I remember throwing up in the Tom Holzer Ford bathroom where I usually beat off to nude pics and vulgar texts my ex-girlfriend used to send me at the time.

If you've ever lost $16,000.00 in fifteen minutes, had a loved one pass away unexpectedly, found out your wife ****ed a biker, realized your son is a hipster, discovered your husband let a street hooker suck him off behind your back (ladies), caught your daughter sucking off an Ice Mountain bottle to simulate a blowjob on webcam for some loser or thought that you may have got a fat chick pregnant....

You may understand devastation.

And that's exactly what I felt after this hand.

I was first to act under the gun with AA and I opened to $25. I got five callers including the exotic from Sea World. The flop came down Ah 7h 7 giving us the stone cold nuts. Can I get a "Hell Yeah" from all you beer drinking swine? So, again unicorns, rainbows, etc. Everything is going my way. I decide to bet $50 into the $125 pot and am promptly raised to $175 by the exotic. He is announcing his hand. He is telling us he has a 7. This exotic is so passive he does not raise on a flush draw and he does not raise if he has the last remaining ace in the deck. He just calls. So, when he raises to $125 we can ship all in for 1k and he will call. This fish has the god damn 7. If his raise isn't enough to be happy about, another guy goes all in for $800. Now this guy could have a flush draw or a 7 as well. But, what do we care? We flopped a full boat baby. Obviously I go all in. It isn't too long before the exotic says, "I'm never folding this. I call."

The hands get rolled over....

The exotic- 7/5 offsuit
The unknown- flush draw

The only way the exotic can win is if another 7 hits the board.

He has 4% chance to win 1.8k.

We have a 96% chance to win 1.8k in this pot and be up 2.8k for the session.

We've got these two bastards locked in the trunk with the first NIT and are about to head on out to the taxidermist.

Then a 7 hits on the turn and sucks the wind right out of our sails.

Damn. We've got to get a better lock on our trunk.

No more unicorns and rainbows today.

The doom and gloom sets in.

Our happiness now in complete "Disintegration."

And not like The Cure playing it live in the 90's. When they performed it chock full of anger and rage. Made you feel like you wanted to get back at whoever wronged you and go **** their best friend.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwaUxzeRENk

But, more like how The Cure performs it now days.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_G6P3eUE6o

Makes you feel like you just want to give up and drown yourself in a tub of Ben+Jerry's chocolate fudge brownie and never risk dating anyone again that has choices.

I should have known to leave. But, I'm a glutton for punishment. Just a few hands later I get my KK all in vs a TAGS 4bet shove and of course he rolls aces on me. This is the game I choose to play. One where I had a 96% chance of being up 2.8k in four hours worth of work. But, instead I left down $1,000 because I tilted off another $500 after and I didn't make it out to the bar.

I've always took the losses too hard. I don't like to be around people afterwards. Sometimes even for a few days. That's why I don't play too many tournaments anymore.
I can't take losing to these $hitstains 3 out of every 10 times. If I played tournaments for a living I'd have to lose 8 out of every 10 times becauase there's that much more variance due to the event having to be finished in 24-48 hours.

Yes, the above trait is a weakness.

But, it's one that will be worked on over the remainder of these next 26 sessions.

We are now up 1.5k since "Eat, Sleep, Break The Streek" started.

Will post results of session 5 within the next few days.