do you know what its like to max all your credit cards and pawn your father in laws chevy silverado..thats what I did and failed in every shot I took.. one of the home games was rigged but I still played because it was the only game going and im a true grinder..losing everything you own and getting into mountains of debt with no way out just like my daddy...he would be so proud..no he wouldnt he would call me a whiney little pussy hole..that hurts..but id still give anything to have him beat my pink ass with a buckle..you dont miss what youve got till they rake the pot..
ive been trying to rambo the live cash games because its my bread and pudding.. I call it riding the dragon...my poker buddy bob wire says that I need to stop living on that diving board at the top of the mountain..but i've never played safe..poker is risk..it sends endolphins to your brain sends blood up the tube steak..isnt that what we live for?
But i dont wanna end up like mike the mouth in jail betting on cockroaches, i dont want to end up like danny greanu with no hair trying to prove to to the internet players he can hang on like a tupee..i liked him better in HSP season 1 episode 1 when he bought in for a million and steamrolled..these days he just wants to check check and level himself..nuts like acorns
im pretty ****ing lonly right now..Bob Wire is on a downswing and his mother has started praying that he loses this tilted bob so hard because he is superstitious and bought some crystals for some anti jesus...Larry longlegs is living it up in peru..he called me saying how he is getting quite a few stds... and he met a virgin out there and had to google ways to get into her pussy..lucky bastard...i told him that you either need to get her to ride a horse or hump with a horse to break the hyphen...hes like HAHA THATS MY KING
hes a good guy and decided to go and live with a bunch of penguins and help the starving kids and expand his soul... the guy is a giant his soul must be like a planet..his hands can probably crush coconuts his legs are long and dangly his **** must be huge..they call him gringo in peru and gave him a giant bed and inflatable piano..he said that while he grinds on stars the nuns give him high fives..sick life
meanwhile im waking up with ashy mouth..its pretty sad when the only thing that brightens your day is prolonging a dump..its tough being away from vegas..its tough waking up next to my fat girlfriend the mammottotamus..little chip is geting big and he is who i live for and the dream of returning to vegas hitting up my fathers grave and then going to the nugget..maybe those guys have forgotten about me...they used to say "There goes the progeny Niche Jnr"..i felt like somebody..i feel dead here...dead inside...life right now is seven deuce
I cant see a way out. I was listening to a song earlier life goes on by 2pac and i started imagining my own poker funeral..and this is what I wrote down
bury me smiling with chips in my pocket
have a sit n go funeral let every player prop it
let the railbirds that I used to know
from way before fleece my pockets from my head to my toe
give me a paper and pen so i can write about my degen
a bran new decks of cards in case I dont get in...
tell all my family im a grinder
nobody cries when we die
we poker players let us ride..
I hope you all are looking after yourselfes and have grind on the mind