I found boxes full of wine & finished each one the first 3 nights. Suffice to say I got cleaned out rather early b/c I once again found myself in a 1000nl room like a degen. Now I'm stuck here with nothing but me & some stupid volleyball named Wilson. My tooth hurts.

All I do is rail others playing in the high limit games with a good buddy that stays on the phone with me & I await my opportunity to get back in the game; all the while I just wait patiently for one of the high rollers to go in the tank so I can read the auto message & tell myself "their" is hope.

Hope for all. Not just him. Not just her. Hope is now for all.

So please let me out hip myster for I have forgotten what the material world looks like.

I can only see shadows passing through a fire behind me & I am unable to turn my head around. I am forced to develop my own perception of the world based on the shadows in front of me.

Btw. What have you nicknamed your basement , for I feel I'm not in a basement but a ...........

If you keep doing this I will disconnect the Wi-Fi so you get no service down there. Enjoy your time in exile. Anyone else want a place to play poker?

Cmoooooon it's too hot down here. Is it summer? I ran out of chalk.