I busted at 10:54. I wanted to tell everyone in the poker room they were a joke. I wanted to break cards, break chips (if I only had any). I left my soft as hell game because, as I remember Daniel Negreneu telling Mike Matusow one time a million years ago, “You can’t play with napkins.”
Fuck you, Daniel. You lucky, lucky, hard-working self-promoting, seemingly OK dude…
I Smallville blurred my way to my car, almost hit a skinny little gangster kid on my way out of the parking lot- almost pulled over and helped him grow up when he looked at me like a tough guy, floored my way onto the 5 South, thought not seriously about smashing into the semi in front of me, got to the house I’m staying at, heated up some delicious leftovers of chicken and rice- devoured them, tried to fire up my laptop so I could spew my venom to the world, realized the battery in my mouse was toast, searched like a tweaker and found a AAA battery in a kitchen drawer, fired up my laptop, glanced at some new emails-
And at 11:37 I was over it. I had perspective again. I knew I’d be all right- despite losing when I really
needed wanted to win. I was insanely grateful for my super small and super fucking amazing circle, for my kids, etc.
Not bad. Progress. Now let’s watch a movie, have a beer, sleep good and come out swinging tomorrow…
Much love to those who hated reading this. I’ll be fine though.
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