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At times I  take long breaks from writing while I am out and about experiencing lives curiosities, then when I settle down a bit I tell you all about my journeys and adventures. Boy, have I compiled some delectable tid bits along this hiatus.
So be patient and keep checking back over the next week or so and you will have all the juicy lil morsels to devour as you always have. I have a tendency never to disappoint my audience.
Let me wet your whistle a bit...
This is as much to get you excited about the upcoming stories as it is to remind me to write about these things...a proverbial string on finger, if you will...

Well I played in some pretty high stakes games over the past few months and have some very, very interesting stories from those.... so you'll obviously hear about those...
I trekked over to California and paid a visit to Octomom's house, and 2nd Street in Long Beach and have some really entertaining stuff about that.
I have decided to sail from California to Hawaii at some point in the near future...
I played in a card game for room and board and it ended up in a very interesting situation... LOL I think that one will be the best entry or series of entries... very amusing stuff...
And last but not least I have My World Series Of Poker Ticket...so I will see you on TV.... Yippie Ki Ya

Laterz.........

Yup, I made the break for it...

Just stopped thinking and moved forward... My head said go west young man (okay not so young anymore) and inspired my body to land in Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada.
From one sin city (New York) to another (las Vegas). After all this is the Poker Capitol of the world, so where else could I have ended up?

How did I conclude on this decision? Well it has to do with an old man, a newspaper, and an aggressive inner voice. Okay-Okay, let me explain:
Foremost, I was fed up with my desk job, sitting there day after day managing an office waiting for the night to come so I could get to the poker table. I was quite overwraught with ambivalence, rifling through the files of my mind, wondering if I should stay locked behind a desk and "be practical" or go run away and chase the dream. As I was contemplaing over a scotch with a friend, I saw "IT" accross the bar.
An old man reading a newspaper with an interesting headline that jumped right out at me... "Make a clean break Dave!"...(Mugsy is my Nickname, my real one is Dave) I rubbed my eyes, did quite a double take and looked again, it wasn't a mirage, it was really there. I went accross the bar and wrestled the newspaper from the old man. I intended to keep this article for maybe a framing or a constant reminder for future contemplations....
Once I laid eyes on the headline, there was a steady voice in my head that would not stop and was so loud it didn't even let me sleep. Now this wasn't your regular run of the mill inner voice, think Gunnery Seargant Hartman from "Full Metal Jacket" then you have an idea what was going on up there. When my inner voice talks, I listen, bottom line.
I don't believe in making well thought out rational decisions... sometimes you just gotta say "what the fuck" and run like a bull towards the red flag. So I did, impulsively, madly, deeply I did not skip a beat started planning that day. Then I researched, places to stay, obviously it was more attractive for me to be on the strip, so I found a botique Hotel with reasonable monthly's and made my rounds with friends and lovers, and I was off.

I do believe a lot of people think I have gone completely bloody mad (after all this is not the most practical of brainstorms), but do you think this concerned me, let my madness be the talk of the town. The great Marcus Aurelius did once say "The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane."
 and I completely agree with him.

Some of us children are just born mad, and so we remain. Like men condemned to be outcasts, and believing that we have it all figured out and that they who think we are mad have given up on life, and are not mad at all, but sad. Saying things like "in 15 more years I can retire on full pension" ...Great see you in 15 years, in the same place, at the same job, going to the same bars, driving in your leased cars, teaching your children to do the same as you and forget their dreams and just be practical.
That road is travelled already, I know where it leads, I like the road less travelled, and thats the road I took.
I suppose the line from Willy Wonka fits perfectly here and I shall end this with the quote "We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams" (Arthur O'shaughnessy) ...
Happy Trails all...see you on the other side!

Sleep in my life has become one of those things that other people do... like skiing and the use of umbrella's on rainy days (I just move fast and try to avoid the drops).


This week there were some cool tournements in Brooklyn one was some seedy under ground place with alot of "Characters" and the other was a charity poker event for The American Cancer Society.
Funny Enough It was mostly the same people. LOL ... Just goes to show you, seedy characters from Brooklyn do care (Well as long as we get to play poker we care 8=) 

I stuck to my brain food diet (Which by the way someone asked me to post and I will soooooooon)
For those of you that don't know I carry around a list of Brain foods that my friend "shop girl" helped me prepare, and I only eat things from that list on the days I am playing poker. So I ate some salmon with red cabbage and broccolli before I went to the charity event and and i brought some blue berries (of course) and some pumpkin seeds to snack on at the table. 
 
The charity event was actually very fun. It seems like everyone is more relaxed like even if your burnt about a particular hand you'll just kinda say to yourself 'well its for charity' and some how that calms you down. I made the final table and ended up busting out 6th because some F*cker drew out on me (lol)  and I refuse to say "That's poker" like the rest of 'em.... I probably got a lil too cocky with a hand I shouldn't have .
I had Q Q and he raised I reraised, he pushes all in I knew he didnt have aces or kings, I was 100% sure of that I figured him on ace king or he was weak and posturing.... so i called... the donkey had a pair of 7's so a 7 comes on the flop and he had me covered so che sera sera...  I mean I know sometimes you gotta lay down a hand like a pair of queens but i had such a good read on the guy I just knew he was weak... and he was, but I got tangled in a pissing contest and that is more what I tried to focus on. I don't like to blame everything on 'bad beats' and 'suck outs' its always better to find some personal accountibility...and mine always seems to lie with my inflated ego (some say over inflated... but they are just WRONG)

I shook everyones hand at the table and walked  away without incident. It turned out to be okay because there were some woman getting drunk at the bar, they were like trying to get people to give more money to the American cancer society and shooting cranberry vodka's while we played. So I ended up drinking with them for a good 2 hours and then we all went to eat and everyone went home. I stopped off at a friends house on the way home and they had a game going so I played with them for a few hours (they play small stakes was just more of a social game) then I went home about 700 or 800 dollars  richer (minus the drinks and dinner) for the day and I helped raise a bunch of money for the American Cancer Society... As Ice Cube once said..."Today was a good day"

Of course when I got home I couldn't sleep and I ended up just staying up and next day spent some time in my backyard (central park) and then made my way to Brooklyn again for the "seedy underground game" which was eventful and will certainly be my next entry... I will have it up soon....