This blog will contain a detailed, uninhibited and brutally honest picture of my life as a professional poker player, both past and present. "Oh wow, not another one." Right? Well I think my story may have something to offer, a cautionary tale for some, inspiration for others and most assuredly entertainment for all. I think it may help me as well, putting things into perspective.

I am an extremely mentally ill, alcoholic, impulsive professional poker player. I have suffered my whole life from chronic depression, which started around puberty, it has been the ghost on my shoulders, weighing me down eternally. I have also been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (who hasn't?) from my time overseas in Afghanistan, fighting in one of the most volatile regions in the world, the Kunar Province. I have horrible anxiety, almost every symptom of borderline personality disorder and I have a brain injury that causes me to stutter horribly at times.

Poor me, right? Wrong. I have been gifted with an above average intelligence, strong (yet swingy) emotions and a powerful heart. Those who know me wouldn't hesitate to say I don't have a bad bone in my body. I am a very kind soul. With the exception of my time overseas I have never hurt a person intentionally in my life.

I have had extreme highs and lows during the past four years of playing professionally. From being literally homeless (albeit kind of by choice) to playing some of the highest stakes in Vegas, Atlanta, New Orleans, Dallas and Biloxi.


These are my stories. This is my life.