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Originally Posted by thakidd99
Yikes.. talk about a cringeworthy post
And I got love for ya being a fellow Staten Islander... hit us with an old school update lol that's what the people want ... anyway, GL @ WSOP this year
Ahhh Shaolin, the land of Pete Davidson and Wu Tang. The xanax addled land filled with pseudo sicilian black hand mafia families who eat too many carbohydrates and get chubby and act as swole muscle under affliction shirts in jersey shore day clubs. I look back in wonderment and disbelief. I almost let the rock claim me. My grandmother got sick and I moved back to SI from LA/Vegas to take care of my grandfather. 2 years go by and poof Im fat, balding, fighting with people. My pill and alcohol induced mania clouded judgment. I lost all my friends. All the connections I had cultivated in poker destroyed. I became a jaded gambler losing 50k in the pit on multiple occasions. I didn't challenge myself by playing higher stakes poker. I didn't study. I refused to learn from my mistakes and I was stubborn in my ways. How could what I was doing be wrong? How could I not be a millionaire yet?
My joy had been stolen. I needed coffee to stay away and booze/xanax to sleep. I distinctly remember crushing up pills to snort at 7am before a day 3. My nose is intact though (RIP Artie's schnoz) Hey nowwwww
Didn't make much progress 2017-2018. A heavenly Virigil was sent down from the clouds and pulled me through the depths of the inferno. She saved my life and I owe her everything. Everything I am now is because of her. 8 glass of water a day Mike Wolf. Vitamin smoothie Mike Wolf. Meditate upon xr flop range as bb vs btn single raised pot Mike Wolf.
Went to Hong Kong. Had herbal tea and became zen. Well not really, it was overpopulated and the seafood tanks on the street were dirty. Played baccarat and poker in Macau. They must give out Gucci sneakers and LV bags out for free there. Traveled to Seoul and ate like a king but it was too cold to enjoy. Went to Bangkok and became zen, well not really. The 17 year old prostitutes and fat old white men creeped me out. Went to Japan and became zen. Yeah kinda sorta. Osaka, Tokyo, and Kobe (rip) I highly recommend to anyone who likes traveling. Ramen and Kobe beef revitalized my soul. Through each nigiri I could feel my soul being replenished. The wholesomeness coming back to me. With each piece of tempura vegetable I could begin to smile again. Made my way to Okinawa and it made me feel like I was playing shadow hearts and had the vibe the locals were cannibals. Perhaps withdrawal symptoms of anti depressants, coke, xanax, vicodin, whiskey. Who knows? The whole period of time is one big blur. Question if Im alive. Perhaps I died and this is my afterlife.
Blah blah. Lived in Boston for a year. Went to a few greek islands and hit barca and london recently. Cave airbnb with jacuzzi was great in Santorini. Virgil (suspect virgil in dantes inferno is a man but in my case virgil is a female. Not that there's anything wrong with that) and I had breakfast delivered to our front door every morning. Something about that part of the world with the history. I climbed temples in Athens like I was playing assassins creed!!
Apologies to anyone I told to go **** themselves at the poker table. Cheers to 2021. The year of BTC and $2,000 stimulus checks.