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03-10-2013 , 06:45 AM
Great thread, man. Subbed. Gl to your grind!
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03-10-2013 , 10:19 AM
Lotgrinder please submit an entry in the lounges short story fiction contest.

You're currently the favorite lol
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03-10-2013 , 11:55 AM
love to op, like ur storie and grind, except the robbing
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03-10-2013 , 04:13 PM
Saturday Night's Grind

As per my earlier post I sat down and within the first hour I got my aces busted up by the table fish. After that I decided to shift into "Abc Poker" gear and not take too many chances because I feared going down another buy in early. I was also on tilt because of how bad the Chicken Caesar Salad and cookie I bought at "Breeze" was....

Anyway, I caught KK in the CO and UTG had raised $17, with MP flatting the $17, and I took a chance and chose not to 3bet.

Both villians had my stack of $180 at the time covered.

Both villians were also competent/thinking players.

Flop comes down Qc/8c/5h

Utg checks, MP villian bets out $35, I flat, and UTG folds.

I flat with intentions of making it look like I am chasing the flush draw.

Around $120 in the pot now and the turn bricks.

MP bets out $75 and I ship all in.

He tanks for a minute and calls, he shows A/Qh, and of course spikes an Ace on the river.

So, at this point, I decided it was time to stop being a pussy and sit at the 2/5 table and that's exactly what I did.

I bought in for $400 in reds and $20 in whites. My rules were not to play anything outside of the HJ, CO, or Button unless it was 1010+ or AQ+.

I would only limp in stuff like 89s+ and small pocket pairs IP.

After playing tight for 2 hours, I knew I had constructed my perceived range to be exactly what I listed above so I decided to take a chance and operate outside of my perceived range when I saw two competent/somewhat aggressive players limp in. I figured a raise here gets me four cards for the price of three as I had not raised anything but premiums thus far and the entire table would have me on Ak or a pocket pair, so I'd get the check/free turn card if I have a draw.

I feel if you're at a table with a few competent players and you're not taking opportunities here and there to operate outside of your perceived range you're being TOO nitty.

Anyway, I was OTB with 8c/7c, stack was at $380.

3 limpers to me and I make it $35 to go.

BB, UTG, MP1, MP2 call.

$175 in pot, flop is 8/8/3.

Checks around to me and I make a scared money bet of $60...

BB folds, UTG, folds, competent but too aggressive in wrong spots dumb female puts me all in, and the other player folds.

I insta call, the female insta mucks.

She was on Axs or a small pocket pair as I have played with her in the past.

She constantly try turning her hands into bluffs on paired boards because she uses her moderately attractive/nice demeanor to fool men into folding to her.

I would have called her here with any pair.

So, after this hand I am at around $900 and I play for a few more hours and I end up cashing out $1080.

I had Kc/10c on a Qc/Jc/2x board against a fish villian that had 1k in front of him.

I decided to play it slow because I was certain this villian had a Q and there was "NO FOLD EQUITY" with this guy.

I ended up bricking the turn/river, if I ended up hitting, the guy showed Q/J, he would have called a massive overbet like I had planned.

Anyway, I was very happy with my play.

I feel a day where everything is going to go right coming on soon and hopefully I'll have some "chip porn" for you all.

Although I did cash out with $1080.00, only $260.00 was profit...

Bankroll is currently at $6,856.00.
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03-10-2013 , 05:14 PM
Nice come back bro
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03-10-2013 , 06:11 PM
2009 Hollywood, California Night #1

I had recently parted ways with a girl I was dating and decided that flying out to California to catch a few of the Nine Inch Nails "Farewell" tour shows would be a great way to have some fun and find some adventure.

Nine Inch Nails is my favorite band.

"The Downward Spiral" was a huge album for me and I have always gone back to it because the album explores every emotion or experience a person might have when he/she is on a downward spiral. Drugs, drinking, promiscuous sex, objectifying women, using women, wanting to control women, hating yourself, hating god, hating others, violence, suicide, depression, and ultimately the album ends with "Hurt"......

Which is a song about shame.

Shame for hurting all those around you when you were on your downward spiral.

If you've never listened to the album, you should give it a try, it's the greatest concept album of all time in an opinion. Morbidly beautiful and every time I listen to it, it's a release, it touches my soul.

I was so into Nine Inch Nails in my youth I even decided to wear a "uniform." My freshman year in high school I dressed and looked "goth" like as I was really into the industrial music scene. I thought the "uniform" was an attribute of my individuality and I thought the look made me unique.

As I got a little older, wiser, and watched the movie SLC PUNK I realized that individuality is a thought process, an attitude, your character, sense of humor, education level, etc, etc, etc...

You can't "bottle" or create "individuality" and sell it at the store.

So, after determining the "uniform" didn't make me unique, I decided to just dress in my standard jeans/gray t-shirt look. This also drastically raised my chances to have sex with a moderately attractive girl or better. I eventually went on to get laid shortly after and it was the greatest minute or two of my life.

Anyway, back to Hollywood, California....

The place where people come to make it.

What you drive up in, determines who you might drive home with.

How you dress, determines who you might be undressing.

Makes a man want to get a nice car, get in touch with his feminine side, and certainly get in touch with his hair care products.

Yeah baby....

So, I arrive at LAX airport, and my friend Bruce picks me up.

Bruce actually used to hate me in high school. He met me when I wore the "uniform" and I didn't have the right look to be his friend so we made fun of one another even though we were both one of the smartest people in our grade.

Bruce made fun of all the punk rock bands I liked and told me how bad my music taste sucked for years. We eventually became friends when we ran into one another at Central Michigan University and were both high on drugs. Bruce ended up admitting he had gotten into all the punk rock music I liked and that I was an ok/pretty funny guy/etc/etc/etc....

So, we hop in his truck and he opens up some cheap **** Mexican beer "Tekante" and offers me one. Being the beer snob that I am I would usually say "no" but since we were most likely going to be stuck in traffic a while I figure why not get a buzz..

Operation Ivy's "Sound Sysyem" blasting on the radio..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dMVHxFzNK4

Bruce mentions, yeah "I remember you wearing an Operation Ivy shirt"..."sounds like the guy from Rancid doesn't it."

I reply "Yeah, it is, that's Tim Armstrong dumb ass, lol, punk rock 101."

Just cracks me up I used to get **** for listening to all this music and 10 years later this guy still doesn't know Tim Armstrong's band before Rancid was Operation Ivy.

Anyway, as we drink more, he's like...

"How many tickets you have for the show tonight?"

I reply with "three"....

So, this is where the story gets degen....

He's like "Well, I am dating this girl Beth, he wants to take mdma, did you bring some of that?"

I'm like "yeah hoss, I got it, we're going to party."

He's like "awesome."

Then he throws out "Beth and I like to swing you know. I know you're the only guy from Trenton I can tell about it. You're the only guy that won't go run your mouth. It's fun."

I reply with "Really? Sucks, I am single and don't have anything to offer up your way. Wish I would have known, would have tried to recruit a girl for this trip. I didn't even know Beth liked Nine Inch Nails/etc"...

He's like "oh, no worries, she was raised in a good christian home/went to catholic school and she's into two guys for sure. Feeling naughty is such a release for her."

"So, you want me to bang your gf?"

He's like "well, we'll just see how the night goes."

I'm like "well she's going to be on drugs and hanging out with me/you. She's also going to see one of the best concerts of her life. She's going to be in a great mood."

He's like "I know, that's why I already got the hotel set up right by the Hollywood Palladium."

That's where the concert was taking place.

We get to the Palladium and the place is packed.

Bruce and Beth are like lets go up top and watch.

We get up top, we take the drugs and I say "Lets just go downstairs now."

They're like "why".. they had never been to an industrial/electronic concert.

I explain "When the music hits the synth will be so gripping you'll just want to get close to it. Trust me, I've took mdma at every type of event possible. If there's synth involved you're going to want to be close."

They're like "lets just stay up here."

Concert starts and within a few songs they're like "omg, you're right, this music is incredible, lets go downstairs/get close."

While on the main floor Nine Inch Nails is hammering through "The Downward Spiral" in it's entirety and Bruce/Beth are trying to talk to me but I'm in another world. 14 years old and listening to the album for the first time as I sit in my bedroom at my Grandmother's reading the lyrics.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Downward_Spiral

"Is he saying God is dead?"

"Yeah, it's a song called "Heresy" and when people are depressed/suicidal they blame God, hate God, or seek to denounce God because it makes them feel good. That's what the song is about."

What's "Closer" about?

"Closer is about being so depressed/disgusted with your life that you feel the only thing that validates you is sex, so obviously you want to "**** like an animal."

You can have my isolation
you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
you can have my everything
(Help me) Tear down my reason
(Help me) It's your sex I can smell
(Help me) You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else.

I want to **** you like an animal.

Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive


(Watch this performance...)

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

So, I've essentially turned into a Nine Inch Nails tour guide as I am answering questions after every song. But, they're both having a great night. Was so high on mdma I cried during "Hurt." I walked off by myself to watch the performance as I knew it was going to be an emotional time for me. Thought about my Grandmother Marge, my Grandmother Eda, and my Grandfather George during it.

This is the exact performance from the show...

You can even see in the subtitles that Nin performed the entire album.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkNRBj-gC9E

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of ****
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way


Anway, after they finished "The Downward Spiral" and that brief, intense emotional moment, they went into this old skool gem..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaPQX5YX-M4

Was right back in a great mood.

It was nice to have Bruce at this concert with me. I hold no hard feelings or ill will towards people who used to make fun of my music taste in high school. I love seeing those people at concerts I go to and then I get to think to myself... "told these dumb ****ers what to listen to... well... glad to see they ended up in the right spot."

So, the concert ends and we decide to go to a little bar that's right by the venue. When we get inside the bar Beth goes to the bathroom and Bruce comes right out and says...

"Beth wants you to **** her tonight Man. She's having a great time. That show was amazing. Thank you so much for inviting me."

Since I already had a girl lined up, I figure I would at least entertain Beth and Bruce. I proceeded to just start engaging a lot of "goth" chicks that I stood no chance with because I obviously wasn't wearing a "goth" uniform. Through my extensive Nine Inch Nails knowledge I was able to have many friendly conversations and I made some new friends that I would be seeing at the next two nine inch nails shows that were coming up as I had tickets to see them at "The Echoplex" and "The Fonda."

After some more time drinking, conversing with others, and talking about the show we decided it was time to go back to the hotel. I told Bruce that I can't have sex with any woman unless I feel clean so I needed to take a shower when we got back to the hotel. I told him if he wanted it to go down to make sure his girl was naked when I walked out of the bathroom and that would be the signal that "all systems were go"......

While showering I was nervous that I wasn't going to be able to get her going. These things can happen when you're sky high on cocaine or mdma. Got out, dried off, whacked it against the door handle a few times to get the blood flowing.

To my delight, I came out of the bathroom and saw a naked woman before my eyes...

Since you're probably not interested in the full details and the sounds of sex that ensued...

You can listen to the "sounds of the metal"....

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

(They synth/keyboarding at the end is AMAZING.)

That concludes the story of my first night in Hollywood California.

A definite brag.

The story of my second night in Hollywood California, well...

It's a definite beat.

Stay tuned for the story of "Club Avalon."

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03-10-2013 , 06:33 PM
Back to your epic ways I see, ****in cool ass story, I like how you played that whole situation. Concert, bar up the way and hotel all in the same area.
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03-10-2013 , 06:53 PM
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Originally Posted by iLikeCaliDonks
Back to your epic ways I see, ****in cool ass story, I like how you played that whole situation. Concert, bar up the way and hotel all in the same area.
Yeah, night 1 was a WP NH...

Night 2, took a sick beat, story is hilarious though....

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03-10-2013 , 07:21 PM
Lol....Beth was a "she" btw....wish I could edit the story.

I made a typo in one part..

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03-10-2013 , 09:41 PM
Awesome stories. Keep them coming! And good luck on your poker goal, I think you'll make it if you play solid and don't let the suckouts put you on tilt. Jared tendlers book helped me with that aspect quite a bit.
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03-11-2013 , 02:50 AM
1994 State Theatre, Detroit, Michigan

I'm 14 years old standing outside the venue with my Father as I found out about the sold out Nine Inch Nails show days before.

I'm freaking out because the tickets are sold out and most of the scalpers are asking $300-$500 a piece for the tickets and my Father thinks that's insane. He was never a huge music fan so he couldn't understand how some bands could obtain such a cult following that tickets to their sold out shows in smaller venues would go for such high prices.

My Dad was raised by my Grandfather, so obviously he has street smarts, he asks me to walk to the side door/vip entrance/band entrance area with him. It seems he knows a guy that's working security there and he begins conversing with him.

While this is going on there's this tall/lanky/gumpy looking guy in ripped jeans and a ripped up black tank top standing outside smoking a cig. This guy is really really tall and I see that he has a backstage pass. So, I decide to ask him, "how much do one of those costs?" He smiles and replies "well, they're not for sale, you have to be with the band to get one." I'm like "Oh, so you're with Nine Inch Nails, what are you a sound or tech guy?" He replies "no, I'm not with Nine Inch Nails, I'm in the opening band, we're from Florida."

I'm like "oh, never heard of you, do you have any albums out yet?"

The guy says "no, we just signed to Trents label and he's going to be producing our first album/putting it out soon. I hope you like us and I hope you'll buy it."

I'm like "for sure, can't wait to see you, hey.. I got a question....."

He says "what's that?"

I'm like "Are there any tickets for really really big fans left? This was going to be my first concert, but it's sold out, and it looks like my Dad isn't having any luck trying to find tickets. I've gotta get inside to see this show. I am such a big NIN fan I wear their t-shirts like every day to school and everyone makes fun of me for it, but I don't care. Do you have any tickets left that you could sell me?"

The guy smiles, looks over at my Dad/the security guy talking and says "let me see what I can do for you."

Anyway, he goes and talks to my Dad/the security guy, and then goes backstage. A few minutes later he comes out and gives two tickets to the security guard, who then brings them to my Father, and I am so ****ing happy I could cry.

As the tall/lanky/pale/gumpy but normal looking guy starts to walk back in the venue he says "You better make sure to watch our set and buy our album, the name of our band is Marilyn Manson."

Yup, it was him.

Guy didn't have any make up on or look weird at all.

They only played six songs...

I distinctly remember the guy walking on stage to this song and there was a member of the female band fem to fem laying naked on a block and he started ****ing her with a dildo screaming "I am the God of ****"...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXyizmsYpag

My Dad looked at me and was like "yeah, I like this Marilyn Manson guy already, ****"....

So, obviously this guy was my hero for getting me into the nine inch nails show and I was very impressed with the overall intensity of his music/his performance. I surely did buy "Portrait Of American Family" later that year when it came out.

(You can see a normal looking Marilyn Manson at 1:59 of this video and other parts throughout it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVpw1SwJRBI )

When Nine Inch Nails hit the stage I begged my Dad to let me go through the mosh pit/get as close to the stage as possible.

I was doing the begging during the opening minute of the intro to "Terrible Lie"...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wBaQMCE9aQ

There was a dark cloth draped down over the stage and bright lights shined all upon it so you could see Trent Reznor standing in front of the microphone in a pose like Jesus Christ's arms nailed to the cross..(just like at 2:20 of that video)...

and then right when the first "HEY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was shouted the cloth dropped and right before my eyes was my hero...

Trent ****ING Reznor in the flesh.

Hey God why are you doing this to me?
Am i not living up to what i'm supposed to be?
Why am i seething with this animosity?
Hey God i think you owe me a great big apology
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Hey God i really don't know what you mean.
Seems like salvation comes only in our dreams.
I feel my hatred grow all the more extreme.
Hey God can this world really be as sad as it seems
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Don't take it away from me.
I need someone to hold on to.
Don't take it away from me.
I need someone to hold on to
Hey God, there's nothing left for me to hide.
I lost my ignorance, security and pride.
I'm all alone in a world you must despise.
Hey God, i believed that promises, your promises and lies
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
You made me throw it all away.
My morals left to decay.
How many you betray.
You've taken everything
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
Terrible lie
My head is filled with disease.
My skin is begging you please.
I'm on my hands and knees
I want so much to believe.
Don't take it away from me.
I need someone to hold on to....
Don't take it away from me.
I need someone to hold on to....


I still get goosebumps thinking about it.

When you're young, don't have many people to talk to, and have a lot of negative feelings about the world bottled up inside you... you can really invest yourself deeply into people's music or writings that share some of the same thoughts you may be having about people or the world.

I looked all around me and was surrounded by people who were having the same experience. For the first time in a long time I felt like I belonged. I felt like I had found a home. I surely did, as almost every weekend after this one all I wanted to do was to get back to Detroit. Get back to a concert. Get the **** out of my home town and embrace the random/the adventure.

I felt as if it was my duty to spread good music and to try to get as many people as possible to come to Detroit/come to concerts with me. It wasn't long before I had a cult following of my own. I was making a lot of mix tapes back in the day and spreading the good word about up and coming bands you were surely to never hear on the radio. I'd give the music to anybody who wanted to listen. I didn't care if you were popular, a nerd, a ***, a hot chick, or an ugly chick. If you wanted to listen to good music/come to a concert you had an invite from me.

To this day, as you can tell from my posts, I am still on a mission to spread good music. In Detroit, I am also still on a mission to make sure my friends get out to as many concerts/music festivals as possible. If there's anything I spend too much money on it's getting out to see concerts or traveling to see concerts.

All because my Father was cool enough to take me to my first concert at such a young age. To this day, this remains the greatest gift I ever received from him. I will never forget that night in May where my Father took me to see my favorite band even though my Mother thought I was too young. My Dad could see how bad I wanted to go, knew how much I loved the band, and although him and I never really had connected too much, he went out of his way to make this happen for me.

Forget materialistic gifts. All I want is experiences.

And there is no price you could attach to what I experienced that night.

Music has saved my life time and time again.

Thanks Dad.

Will always love you for taking me to my first concert.

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03-11-2013 , 06:39 AM
NIN the downward spiral is an all timer album

I love Ruiner
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03-11-2013 , 05:49 PM
Played a 4 hour afternoon session today at Motor City.

I ended up cashing out for a $460.00 win.

I flopped an ace high flush draw with a gutshot when both of my opponents had an overpair on a 2h/6h/5 flop....

Ended up spiking the flush on the turn and raked in a $450.00 pot with my Ah3h.

Bankroll is currently at $7,316.00.

Will try to get to "Hollywood, California Night #2" story here in a little bit.
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03-11-2013 , 09:31 PM
2009 Hollywood, California Night #2

So, I wake up the morning after my first M/M/F threesome and have another big night in front of me. Nine Inch Nails is playing an even more intimate venue. The Henry Fonda Theater in Hollywood, California. Tonight, I only have two tickets for the show and I have planned to meet up with a guy I've known from the Face The Jury website for a long time.

His name was Tim and he had also arranged to stay at a hotel that was close to this concert venue. So, the plan was to meet up at a bar near the venue, pre-drink, drop some mdma around 10pm and then walk over to see Nine Inch Nails. While we were at the concert we were going to find some cool girls to party with us and experience the farewell show on some high quality mdma. Then afterwards, we would go where the night takes up and hopefully have a couple girls that wanted to come back to our hotel room.

This would be easy to accomplish because Tim and I both have a great sense of humor, we were going to experience one of the best concerts ever with two random/lucky girls, and afterwards we'd hit the nearby bar and talk about how awesome the concert was. You know there would be some incredible dialogue, because as you can see from my posts, I have many stories to tell, and when I choose to tell them they can be fascinating to some people.

Women are drawn to adventure, fascinating stories, fun, randomness, new experiences, new places, and men who know how to provide a good time/make them laugh.

Doing all of the above while also making them feel comfortable and not caring so much if you get to stick your dick in their wet hole at the end of the night (even though you're really hoping you can....)

So, even if you don't have money or looks, if you're good at providing what I listed above and have the confidence to make the first move, you'll be getting laid.

If your idea of fun/adventure is taking the girl to Olive Garden, taking her to the movies, taking her to see the same sports team her other six boyfriends have already taken her to see, and getting drunk every weekend in the same ****ty bar around the same ****ty/boring people... then you won't be getting laid much and if you are, she'll surely end up cheating on you in the end.

Especially the younger ones, especially the "Hot Things"... (we'll talk more about "Hot Things" later.)

Anyway, the first part of the night goes as planned. Tim and I are getting hammered and we're talking about the threesome I had the night before. Tim was shocked to hear that I didn't really enjoy it all that much. When I'm having sex I want to have complete control of the woman and be able to say all the sick/disgusting/twisted **** I want to her. When you're plugging away at your friend's girlfriend's mouth or vagina you really have no idea what your limitations are as far as dirty talk/rough sex... so I was just sort of confused/gun shy. I do specifically remember telling her "your eyes are hot as ****, look up when you suck a dick, haven't you learned that yet." I wanted to say/do so much more, but again, I have no time invested with the girl, so I don't know what on or off limits. Tim's loving the story and is like "damn, can we get her down here tonight, is she up for any more action"....I told Tim that her/Bruce had some family event they had to attend/couldn't come out/etc.. which was the truth.

So, now it's time to drop the MDMA, and we are stoked to start the night's adventure. We drop the mdma around 9pm and we're going to head outside to stand in line at The Fonda and start putting in some work on girls to find the coolest ones. I don't just select the hottest girl and pick her/her friends to show a good time. I try to look for the coolest ones. We keep telling one another how awesome the show is going to be and we're so ****ing excited, that's it, we've gotta leave right now and go outside/get in line. We cash out our tab, walk outdoors, turn to the right and are shocked to see....

There's nobody standing in line. There's a big sign out front that says "Nine Inch Nails Show Is Cancelled." We're about to be sky ****ing high on Mdma and life has thrown a complete curve ball at us, we now have nowhere to party, no where to meet girls, and no awesome experience to provide that's going to make for interesting dialogue with some women after we leave the concert. We're ****ed.

Normally I know the lay of the land and can always find a party with some cool girls. This is my first trip to Hollywood though and I'm lost. Tim and I start walking up and down the strip looking at bars/clubs. Most of the clubs were for the "I breathe different air than you club rats who really don't know how to party." Tim and I weren't dressed for those type of clubs. I can party in any type of environment but I didn't have my 11k Rolex swiss timepiece with me, nor was I properly dressed.

It's like 10:30pm now and we're high. Real high. Euphoria running through our veins like a river forever winding and we've got no place to party. No place to converse with random people. No women to entertain. Just two chumps walking up and down the strip high on mdma with no place to go. Fukk me.

Finally, we see a place that has a huge line outside it and ask what type of music is inside. The people say "electronic/house." I'm like "ok, this is our spot, for better or worse, lets go in and see what we can make happen."

We get inside, it's all commercial/**** electronic music and I would say the average age of the guys/girls inside is 19. I ask around inside the place and it's actually a 16+ venue. I'm so high, I am looking around laughing my ass off as I actually see a few girls/guys that have braces. One girl's actually really hot with big tits, I dare Tim to go talk to her, he does, surprisingly it works out well for us and we at least converse with some 16-20 year old chicks.

We get nothing of an importance going though as the girls are just too young and there's not really much to talk about/not much in common we have with them. The place lets out around 2am and Tim and I are waiting for a cab. I keep saying "All I want to do is ****ing party, does anyone know where a cool party is, this is my last night in Hollywood."

People are laughing.

I'm like "I'm wanted for murder in three states, I've been known to "kill it" on the dance floor, where can I find one right now, I need to party."

This Mexican guy and his friend are like "Hey, come here, you looking to party."

I'm like "yeah, me and my friend Tim came to Hollywood to party, you know where one is...?"

Him and his friend are like "yeah, club Avalon."

I'm like "**** yeah, lets party, where is it?"

They are like "follow us, we'll show you."

So, we start walking with these two dudes and Tim/I keep talking about how high we are and all we need to do is get to a good club.

The two guys are like "so you and Tim like to party?"

I'm like "I was born to party."

The two guys are like "yeah, we like to party to, you guys should come back to our place, we'll party there."

I'm like "really, you got some people over there right now, any girls?"

The guys are like "no, no girls, just us, I got all the things you want, just come hang out for a little bit, you'll have a good time.

I'm like "no man, your party doesn't sound so sweet, I need to get to Club Avalon bro.."

The guy is like "what's wrong with me and my friend, why go to the club, we like to party and have all the things you need, we live right down the street"...

I'm like "dude, Tim and I are going to club Avalon, just come party with us there"..

The two dudes look kind of offended, kind of confused, and they are like "well, we are just going to go back to our place"...

Tim and I look at eachother, keep walking, he's like "Those dudes were fruity."

I'm like "I know, forget them, tonight we party at Club Avalon. Lets make the best of it."

So, we get to Club Avalon, and the bouncer looks at us and is like "let me see some id"..

I pull out my id, Tim pulls out his, and then the bouncer says "Justin, you ever been inside Club Avalon before."

I'm like "no, but I came here to party, and I heard this is the place where it's at"...

The bouncer is like "hmmm, ok, enjoy"....

As Tim and I are walking in, we hear this song blasting from the soundsystem...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eH3giaIzONA

Whitney Houston- I wanna dance with somebody

OHH I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY
I WANNA FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY


I'm like wtf, this doesn't seem right, this doesn't seem like a good party song..

Tim and I are confused, we turn the corner to walk into the club and walk to where the dance floor is...

OH MY FUKKKKING GOD, THERE'S DUDES EVERYWHERE IN ASS PANTS/THONGS/LEATHER/ETC.........

WE ARE IN A GAY CLUB.

TIM AND I ARE HORRIFIED.

WE QUICKLY RUN OUT OF THE DANCE FLOOR AREA TO A BAR AREA WHERE THERE'S NO MALE ASS IN SITE.

I'm like "omg, what the **** do we do?"

He's laughing so hard he can't breathe...

Then he's like "we gotta go."

I'm like "lets just go back in the dance floor area and walk around it one time just to soak this all in, it's an experience we'll never forget, this could be in a movie. Lets just take one lap and leave."

So, we both buy a beer and pound it as we take one speed walk lap around the dance floor just to soak in all the gay pride.

We end up running out of the place and the bouncer is pointing at us/laughing his ass off.

The two guys that were walking us to the club were gay, they thought Tim and I were gay, wanted us to come to their place so we could get butt ****ed, and were offended that we didn't want to take them up on their offer.

In their heads they were like "why do these guys want to go to the club, why won't they come do drugs with us and suck our dicks"...



After that, we retreated back to our hotel room...

The night ended with two chumps, sky high on mdma, laughing their ass off about the gay club listening to whatever music we could find on youtube blast from a ****ty iphone speaker as we drank ourselves to sleep on vodka shots...

Now, that was a SICK BEAT.

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03-12-2013 , 03:28 AM
Hot Thing

What's a "Hot Thing?"

They're the girls in the club that every guy wants to take home. They're the girls that walk into the bar and command all the attention for all the wrong reasons. But, that's ok, what "Hot Things" lack in substance they make up for in looks. Most "Hot Things" just want to have fun. They don't care too much about compliments, they're shallow, so they know the look good. They also don't care too much about money, provided you have enough to get them whatever amount of alcohol or drugs they need to complete the night that is their adventure.

That's all a "Hot Thing" really wants, is to let loose and to have a little fun. You see, most "Hot Things" have checkered pasts. They're jaded, twisted up with daddy issues, and can't get over that loser ex-boyfriend that smacked them around, called them fat, or said they have saggy tits. All a "Hot Thing" wants is for you to take them out of that world and into a night full of adventure. "Hot Thing" wants you to call all the shots. "Hot Thing" wants to see you in control. "Hot Thing" doesn't want to be asked if she's having a good time. You have to know "Hot Thing" is having a good time because if you don't, you lack confidence, and "Hot Thing" don't like men without confidence.

"Hot Things" are just for fun though. Don't let yourself fall in love with "Hot Thing." There's no keeping up with "Hot Thing" if you want to have a life and career. All "Hot Thing" knows is a party and if you're not going to party with "Hot Thing" every weekend she has plenty of other men that will. You try to keep up with a "Hot Thing" you'll end up driving yourself crazy. "Hot Thing" knows nothing about commitment. "Hot Thing" don't think about a nice home and children. "Hot Thing" don't think about her future. All "Hot Thing" is trying to do is catch the next buzz, find the next adventure, and find the next spot where she can get all the attention.

That's how a "Hot Thing" thinks...

Here's a song about her..........

Do you want her?

Yeah, me to...................

http://www.wat.tv/video/prince-hot-t...rz_2hztv_.html

(If you want a sick track to play on a date or around your gf find/download the "extended mix of this track.)

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03-12-2013 , 06:48 PM
Woodhaven, Michigan 1999

My friend Chris is living at his aunt Star's as his Mom and Step Father have moved to Seattle, Washington. I met Chris in high school when I noticed him wearing some of the bands I liked t-shirts. Although I never did drugs until I was around the age of 21, I would often skip class with Chris while he went to smoke a joint.

We'd drive around the city of Trenton and listen to/talk about music for a hour and then head back to school. Chris and I were the same in that we both got good grades when we wanted to, but our attendance was terrible and sometimes we'd have an "A" in the class, but end up failing it because we had more than ten unexcused absences.

In fact, my senior year I was in jeopardy of not graduating on time and had to take an outside the school elective class where I worked as an "intern" somewhere. Chris's family owned a business and his Mother talked his Step Father into signing off for me stating that I was an "intern" for him/his company and this allowed me to graduate on time. Trenton High School's attendance policy was absurd and was ultimately one of the reasons that lead to "The Mad Crapper's Reign Of Terror." But, the legend of the "Mad Crapper" is another sick/twisted degen story in itself and deserves it's own post that will come in the future.

So, obviously Chris had a cool Mom named Shelly and I was often jealous of Chris's and his Mother's relationship. I was very close with my Grandparents, but never could have the bond that Chris and his Mother shared. I would go over to his house and Chris was kind of like Cartman from "South Park." Whatever breakfast, lunch, dinner, or desert Chris wanted, he got, he was a true momma's boy. He was also a church goer and had a strong believe in his "lord and savior" Jesus Christ. On top of all that, Chris was a borderline degenerate gambler.

Why do I say he was a borderline degenerate gambler? It's because him and I asked ourselves the tough questions about being "degens" and realized we were right on the border of answering enough questions "yes" to be considered a true "degen."

Answer all 20 questions below and view our comments based on your answers.

1. Did you ever lose time from work or school due to gambling? No
2. Has gambling ever made your home life unhappy? No
3. Did gambling affect your reputation? No
4. Have you ever felt remorse after gambling? Yes
5. Did you ever gamble to get money with which to pay debts or otherwise solve financial difficulties? No
6. Did gambling cause a decrease in your ambition or efficiency? No
7. After losing did you feel you must return as soon as possible and win back your losses? No
8. After a win did you have a strong urge to return and win more? No
9. Did you often gamble until your last dollar was gone? Yes
10. Did you ever borrow to finance your gambling? Yes
11. Have you ever sold anything to finance gambling? No
12. Were you reluctant to use "gambling money" for normal expenditures? No
13. Did gambling make you careless of the welfare of yourself or your family? No
14. Did you ever gamble longer than you had planned? Yes
15. Have you ever gambled to escape worry, trouble, boredom or loneliness?Yes
16. Have you ever committed, or considered committing, an illegal act to finance gambling? No
17. Did gambling cause you to have difficulty in sleeping? Yes
18. Do arguments, disappointments or frustrations create within you an urge to gamble? No
19. Did you ever have an urge to celebrate any good fortune by a few hours of gambling? No
20. Have you ever considered self-destruction or suicide as a result of your gambling? No

You have to answer seven questions "yes" to be a "degen." Chris and I only answered "yes" to six questions truthfully, so we would always joke that we're "borderline degenerate gambler"... we don't have a problem.

So, this is where the story truly gets degen...

We're at Chris's aunt's house getting ready for our big trip to Casino Windsor on a Thursday, night. Chris's aunt is out of town, we have the house to ourselves, and we could call over both of our girlfriends and **** their brains out. You know, usually we have to **** in our cars, hotel rooms, random places, and can't be real loud/etc because we're young. So, Chris and I should be jumping at the opportunity to have our gfs over, maybe throw a party, but no, we need to go gamble. Standard.

Anyway, we each have like a $500 bankroll to work with. Pretty much all the money to our names would go with us on every casino trip. The plan is to head to Casino Windsor, play some blackjack, and come home big winners.

We arrive at the casino around midnight and sit down at the $15 minimum blackjack table. We both played a modified "martingale" style where we would bet $15 minimum, then if we lost, we'd bet $15 again, if we lost that one, we'd bet $30, if we lost that one, we'd bet $60, if we lost that one, we'd bet $120, and if we lost that one, we'd bet $240, and that would pretty much be the end of our night.

We developed terms to describe our losing experiences...

Molestation- This is where your blackjack session is just a slow sick steady grind of your bankroll withering away. You feel the ultimate loss coming on, but you can't pry yourself away from the table. Even though you're destined to end up broke you just take the molestation because you're a sick twisted being.

Rape- This is where the session starts off well and things are going great. You're up a good amount of money you should be happy with and you're making one of your last big bets for $100. You get 8/8 against a dealer showing a 6. You split the 8's for an additional $100, a 3 pops out, now you gotta double down for $100 extra, bam an ace hits so you have a 12. The next card a 2 comes out, so you double again, bam a ten comes out so you have 20. Things aren't looking so bad, the dealer is going to bust anyway, right? Nope. Dealer turns a 5 card underneath for an eleven, next card out of the deck is a 10. RAPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD FUKKKKKKKKKK!!!!

Violation- This is where you sit down and don't even make it through the first shoe. You walk in that casino feeling like a big shot, feeling like tonight is going to be your night, and then it's all over within five to fifteen minutes. You're just sitting at the table dejected looking down at the felt in front of you where you just had $500 a minute ago and you can't help but feel violated. All you want is to crawl right back up inside your Mother's womb to a place that is safe and warm. You feel as if you can never be whole again.

Anyway, what happens to Chris and I this night is a "violation." We lose everything within fifteen minutes and that walk to our car is cold and silent. Chris shouts "oh my ****ing god, what just happened in there, ****, a violation." I'm like yeah "that was sick man, sick." We're in shock so we don't really say much, we're coming back over the bridge from Canada to Michigan and there's a Casino Windsor sign that says "Many Happy Returns" and shows a happy "degen" on it smiling. I look at the sign and say "yeah right, many PISSED OFF ****ING RETURNS"....

Chris and I start laughing uncontrollably.

Then Chris says "you know my aunt keeps a $1,000.00 cash in one of her books on the book shelf." I'm like "really, so what are you saying." Chris says "well, we could take that money and go back to Casino Windsor pissed and win our money back... just go back pissed you know." I'm like "Chris, if we take that money, we're degen, in fact even talking about taking that money makes us degen you know. You really want to cross that line?"

Then Chris says "I have before you know, came home, took that money, went back pissed and won what I lost back and more." I'm laughing and I say "So, you're a degenerate gambler." He's like "yeah, want to take the money and split it, then we'll both win our money back and put the money back when we get home...lets just go back pissed and win our ****ing money back." I'm like "hmm, what happens if we lose it all?" He says "it will be all on me, I'll just tell my family I'm a degenerate gambler and they'll feel sorry for me and I'll never do it again. You can just owe me the $500, you want to do it?"

I replied "**** yeah, I want to do it."

After that reply he quickly pushes the odometer from 65mph to 95mph down Southbound I-75 to Woodhaven. We get back, grab the money, and there's not even a moment of second thought. We're laughing and just keep saying "going back pissed." He's like "first bet I always make when I go back pissed is for $100 and I always win." I'm like "yeah man, can't wait to try. We just got violated, **** yeah I'm pissed."

We fly right back on I-75 northbound 95mph. The border patrol person asks us "you been drinking tonight." We reply "no sir, we don't drink, we gamble." Which was true, Chris and I weren't big drinkers at that time. So "we go back pissed" and as promised Chris bets $100 on the first bet and wins. He's like see "pissed" bro, I'm like "damn, I gotta try it, so I bet $100, win. We both decide to bet $200, win. Anyway, after that our adrenaline is rushing and I'm like "dude, this is Star's money, lets back off and try to grind out a win." He's like "no, pissed".. bets $400, win. I had reduced my bet to $15.

So, Chris had just won $100, $100, $200, and $400.

I had just won $15, $100, $200, and then $15 again.

We were $1130 up.

I'm like "man, lets get off this table, regroup, and think this over. I'm done betting."

Chris says "no, one more bet, PISSED, but he goes back to $200.

Dealer shows a 6 and he's got a 3/6, I'm like "don't do it bro, just take a card, don't double."

He takes the card, it's an ace giving him "20" he's like "motherfukker, don't tell me how to gamble, I'm on the fukking heater, PISSED!!!"

Dealer pulls a 3 underneath, then a 2, and then a 10 for 21.

"I'm like bro, we're only 70 down for the night now, lets just go, lets go get some 977-1111 pizza and laugh about us being degenerate man. We came back pissed and won, lets go laugh about it."

Anyway, after that sick beat happened it snapped back his attention to reality and we left the casino laughing uncontrollably. We were $70 down for the night but there was nothing like the feeling of "laying it all on the line" and coming out on top. The whole way home we listened to this obscure song by a band called Drown called "I need this need."

The song is about drug addiction and ends with a prostitute saying...

"It's a sick lifestyle you know. The only words I can use to describe the feeling at the end of the night is total devastation. You've done what you've done and you know you can't have it back. You go to sleep and pray that the next day won't be the same."

Chris and I related the quote to gambling.

Thankfully, we were both able to sleep quite well that night.
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03-12-2013 , 07:20 PM
Good win, 3k more to go, should be achievable.
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03-12-2013 , 08:09 PM
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Originally Posted by iLikeCaliDonks
Good win, 3k more to go, should be achievable.
Just got to the casino. Grinding right now.
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03-13-2013 , 01:10 AM
Implied Odds For The Win

Within a hour of sitting down I worked my stack up to $300.00.

A tight player with poor bet sizing skills raised to $12 from UTG.

3 callers by the time it gets to me OTB with 7/6s diamonds.

Sb and Bb fold and it goes five to the flop.

($60)

Ah5d6h

UTG bets out $30 and all fold to me.

I call with intentions of floating the flush draw and betting all turn cards if he checks to me as I'll put him on pocket queens/kings.

If he does have A/K and the flush doesn't come in, he's never folding.

So, if he has A/K I'll need to spike my two pair, trip, or repped flush draw.

Luckily, the 7 falls OTT and he bets out $50.

I decide to ship all in right there and he pays me off/shows A/K.

So, had my stack up to $600 within the first couple hours, but ended up cashing out $480.00 as my pocket aces got cracked later in the session.

Bankroll is currently at $7,596.00.
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03-13-2013 , 02:07 AM
Loving the stories here and in the degens thread in BBV. Don't stop posting and GL on the live grind
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03-13-2013 , 02:08 AM
The City Of Detroit 2013

I'm at the closest liquor store to my condo on Woodward avenue in Detroit stocking up for a sick party that's going to be held at my 2300 square foot luxury condo that's located by Ford Field and Comerica Park.

That's right, I've spent 104 days in a jail cell and have made it all the way back to living in one of the nicest places you can find in downtown Detroit. It doesn't matter, I can be broke again just as easily as I could stay wealthy. My bankroll management skills are piss poor. I like to waste a lot of money on dining out, traveling, music festivals, concerts, sporting events, and also making sure everybody I love gets to join in the fun with me.

If I ever go broke, I'll just find a way to make a lot of money again. I've read that's one of the most important traits of a successful person. Their faith that no matter what happens they'll find a way to persevere. This story isn't about me though. This story is about one of my brothers that I met inside the liquor store.

Not my blood brother, but my fellow man. You see, no matter what your parents, teachers, preachers, leaders, or friends try to tell you. We're all connected. No matter how much your government, religion, or mass media may try to mislead you, don't ever let them convince you that we're not all connected. Don't ever let them dehumanize a class, race, or religious group of people inside your mind. For once they do that, they'll have "manufactured your consent" to do whatever they want to those people.

When governments "manufacture consent" it can lead to an all out annihilation of a culture when we go to war.

Take a look at what happened to Native Americans.
Take a look at what happened to North and South Korea.
Take a look at what's happened in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Take a look at what's being spoon fed to us about Iran right now.

In each case the United States government has told us that our supposed "enemy" is a "savage".. a "beast".."..."immoral"..."can't be reasoned with".. "evil"..."etc".."etc"...

That's not true.

No gender, class, race, nationality, sexuality, or culture is inherently evil.

We are all brothers and sisters. We are all connected.

YOU DO NOT HATE SOMEONE FOR THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN.
YOU DO NOT HATE SOMEONE FOR BEING ON ENTITLEMENT PROGRAMS.
YOU DO NOT HATE SOMEONE FOR BELIEVING IN A DIFFERENT GOD THAN YOU.
YOU DO NOT HATE SOMEONE FOR BEING A HOMOSEXUAL.
YOU DO NOT HATE SOMEONE BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T BORN IN AMERICA.

WHOEVER TAUGHT YOU THAT HATE IS YOUR ENEMY.

YOU NEED TO TELL WHOEVER TAUGHT YOU THAT HATE TO **** THEMSELVES.


So, I'm in the liquor store and there's this homeless man begging to return a few bags of bottles. The clerk is saying "man, we don't take back bottles, get the **** out of here, go get a job, I'm going to call the police." The homeless man is saying there's some sort of law that every store who sells beer, has to take back up to fifty cans of whatever it sells.

I've got no idea who's right but this homeless guy just looks really really dejected. The clerk is really being an ******* making fun of his plight at this point, so I decide to step in. I walk up to the counter and say "what's up big shooter, how many bottles you got there." The homeless man says "about fifty." I say "it's your lucky day, give me the bottles." Homeless guy is like "no, I'm not giving you my bottles." I'm like "let me help you man, give me the bottles." The homeless guy says "how you going to help me?" I say "what you want to do with the money, you need to buy more beer, you gonna get drunk tonight, you got a girl?" He's like "my girls outside around the corner." I'm like "ok, just sit the bottles down, it's your lucky day, and I smack a $20 on the counter."

The bum is like "really?" I'm like "yeah, now I want you to buy some good stuff for you and your girl tonight. Spend all of that $20 here." The bum is happy as **** and runs to the back of the store to pick out his fine selection of 40's and 22's. The clerk says "you didn't need to do that, all you're doing is enabling him. He needs to get a god damn job."

This line of thinking is flawed...

Detroit's high school graduation rate is 25%-35%. The cities literacy rate is 50%

Hundreds of thousands of people have essentially been "left for dead" in this system and they have NO CHANCE to ever get a job/contribute to the cities tax base.

When you let your cities, states, or nations education system rot, you also let your communities overall moral compass and ability to contribute to society rot as well.

There's good people living all over Detroit who don't know any better but to feel "entitled" and leach off the system. They don't know any better. They haven't been taught better because the education system is rotted out.

There's good kids that could have bright futures, but they don't go to school because they don't know any better and joining a gang sounds more appealing. No positive role models in their life to push them to aspire to be more.

Detroit is a prime example of what America as a whole will look like in fifty years if we don't start spending more than 4% of our national budget on educating our citizens and keep shipping our jobs overseas.

If the emergency manager/city council can't solve the cities education problem, none of the other problems that come along with it will ever be solved...

(murder, rape, homeless people, violent crime, balancing the budget, drug addiction, etc, etc, etc)

So, you can't just take away entitlement programs and think all the people on them are going to become qualified to find a job. The people on them are more likely to pick up a gun and coming marching down your christian streets to rob you for their food, bread, shelter, and water. By that time Obama might even have your guns, so you'll have no way to protect yourself, your family, or your belongings.

Be careful what you wish for.


These people in the streets are our brothers and sisters. If we're not going to take the proper steps to educate and rehabilitate them, entitlements are a good thing. It keeps them pacified and it keeps your streets safe.

Think about it.

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03-13-2013 , 06:45 AM
Lot grinder 2024
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03-14-2013 , 02:13 AM
Love this thread so much. Even bookmarked a few of the things you've said, there's a lot more to you than your original degen story would suggest. I think I might have learned a few things too.

Make a blog, seriously.


I'd buy that book. I think it should be a good mix of degen stories/poker and the interesting life experiences you've had. Pretty much what this thread is now.

Also, there's nothing better than a night on "magic" and going to see someone play. That feeling when they walk on that stage, when they play that song you love at the back end of their set. I can really relate to that.

"Forget materialistic gifts. All I want is experiences." Experiences can never be taken away from you.
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03-14-2013 , 03:07 AM
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Originally Posted by Gone Goose
Love this thread so much. Even bookmarked a few of the things you've said, there's a lot more to you than your original degen story would suggest. I think I might have learned a few things too.

Make a blog, seriously.


I'd buy that book. I think it should be a good mix of degen stories/poker and the interesting life experiences you've had. Pretty much what this thread is now.

Also, there's nothing better than a night on "magic" and going to see someone play. That feeling when they walk on that stage, when they play that song you love at the back end of their set. I can really relate to that.

"Forget materialistic gifts. All I want is experiences." Experiences can never be taken away from you.
I actually was one hundred or so pages into my life story while I was in jail back in 2003-2004. But, when I was released I thought that most of the writing was too dark/negative as I was writing it from a lonely and confused state of mind.

When I was released I decided to throw what I had away in an effort to try to let that part of my life go....

I feel I can write even better now because I'm in a happier place and I've had ten additional years to experience/reflect on everything.
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