I got v unlucky in one hand where only 1 or 2 cards could improve my opponents hand to beat me and also allow me to do anything besides check/fold river. All the other cards he could improve with I wouldn't have been able to continue with the hand. Lost a couple standard allins also.
Tyvm
While taking a break from poker at the beginning of 2014 I was reading your PGC thread where you were playing 5/10 at Foxwoods. It was during that time that I decided to play live poker as my main game and I'm sure I was at least partly influenced by you and what you wrote here. Thank you

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5fig day, great work man!

Ty

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Great thread. Congrats on finding a great game.

one request...spoilers that are not asian...love your graphs so much and then I click on them and get so life tilted (I am half cambodian, which is why I find none of them attractive lol)...just some swedish or half french/half pakistani girls haha!!

Ty

All right but don't get used to it

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Nice man. Are you playing higher stakes now or a more swingy game?
and moar life stories plz.

Nah there arent any bigger NL games that run. Sorry for the delay on that, I'll get around to it.

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July Update

Cash Games:

Played 111 hours, +14,996





Tournaments:

Played 11 games, ABI 1768, -12,360



July Cash+Tournaments Total:

+2,636



YTD Cash+Tournaments Total:

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These spoilers make me very happy! Red heads or pushing my luck? Nice graphs too

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Clean Living

I decided I was going to quit drinking and doing drugs completely. I wanted to stop smoking cigarettes as well but that was a secondary concern. I had a sobriety date and was very proud as the weeks and months added up. At the beginning I was focused on diet and exercise. I gathered the courage to go to the doctor and get tested for Hepatitis and STDs. I got a clean bill of health and demanded they test me again. I couldn't believe I was healthy and I think a part of me didn't think I deserved it.

I was avoiding being in contact with everyone I knew. I changed my phone number and let my roommates answer the door if anyone stopped by. I knew that I had to cut all ties with certain people or else it would be impossible to stay clean. My license was still suspended and boredom was an issue, I really didn't know what to do with myself a lot of the time. I had an Xbox and PlayStation but didn't really get enjoyment out of playing games. I would spend a lot of time watching TV and movies mostly. I had quit smoking weed entirely about a year prior to this and eventually I trusted myself to reach out to some friends who weren't into hard drugs. I didn't think the temptation to smoke weed would be very strong and I was tired of being alone all the time. I would think about how much money I would've made over the years if I never smoked any of the weed I had and how much I could make now that I was sober. I reached out to Mitchell and we went to meet his cousin. I started keeping weed in the house and not smoking any of it.

Mitchell became my driver and it was like old times. He had a job as a waiter and when he wasn't working he would make the rounds with me. He lived with his girlfriend in an apartment and she was a waitress too. The people at their work were all coming to him. I would meet plenty of girls hanging out at their place but now sober, I was full of inhibitions and apprehension. I wasn't scared to talk to them I just think I wasn't very good at it. I would come across as a douche talking about myself and trying to impress them. Everyone was always smoking and drinking and I felt like the odd man out. I didn't really have a good answer to tell people people when they asked why I wasn't getting ****ed up. I also realized I hated being around drunk people when I was sober.

My first slip came around the 6 month mark. I couldn't go through Mitchell's cousin for some reason so I went with a couple friends to meet someone else. They picked me up and we went to meet their boy. On the way back they roll a blunt in the car. One of my friends jokingly asks me to light the blunt. I said sure and took the lighter and blunt from him. I wasn't going to smoke it. I took the lighter and started burning the tip of the blunt while twisting it and burning the end evenly. For some reason I just put it to my lips and took a pull. I held it in and then hit it a few more times. They were both laughing and I remember when I felt the high it enhanced the music and made it sound better than before. We were on the road near my neighborhood when a car in the opposite lane approached us with no headlights on. The driver flicked his high beams at him to let him know. As the car passed I realized it was a cop. I immediately started panicking. I told them to pull over now and let me out. He stopped the car at the first turn and I got out on foot. I was walking down the sidewalk of this neighborhood that connected to mine wearing my backpack. Every time I saw a cars headlights I expected to hear the siren chirp and the blue lights flash. I made it home without incident. I went to sleep and when I woke up the next day was in a state of depression. I had coveted my sobriety and now I was starting all over again. I knew I didn't wanna smoke weed again because of the state of panic it put me in.

My 2nd slip came about 3 months after that.
I had gotten my license back and wanted to celebrate, I wasn't really sure how. Mitchell knew of a house party and suggested I came along. I had been to parties and bars/clubs sober and I usually hated it. I would be the designated driver and end up babysitting a bunch of drunks. House parties were cool because people wanted **** and it opened up convos to girls. I went along and drove a carload of people to the party. I didn't know anyone there and just kind of hung out with the people we'd came with. Mitchell hooked a bunch of people up and they were going out on the deck to smoke. At some point during the night one of Mitchell's friends starts trying to persuade me to have a beer. I decline but a bunch of drunk people join in and literally had a beer to my lips about to drink it. I remembered the feeling the last time and stopped myself. I got away from that group and tried to mingle on my own, came up empty. Mitchell comes up to me and says this party sucks and we should go. He knew a girl having a party and they needed some weed, so we left to go there. We were pretty much the only guys there and these girls were ****ed up. They were pounding liquor at the kitchen table and every girl I talked to in this place had to hold onto me to keep from falling down. I eventually got into their liquor and got black out drunk. I woke up on the couch to Mitchell standing over me saying we had to go now. On the drive home he told me that I was taking girls clothes off in the living room. He said I would just go up to girls start taking their shoes off, unzipping their jeans and pulling their pants down. I couldn't remember any of this happening.

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Is that you in your avatar?