A sad night for boris…

Played poker at 81st on Thursday, and started out like a rockstar, taking my ten and doubling it off of john in my first hand played.

Slowly, I kept rolling the money in, getting good stretches of cards.

People came and people got busted and left, and I was suddenly up forty, the only person not to buy back.

And that’s when it all went to shit. First, I got aces twice and raised too much preflop for no callers. Then had mid pocket pairs I had to fold. Over played eights in the pocket, only to come against ace king that hit. Or Id get two pair, slow play them, and the board would pair on the river to wup my ass. Or I got another two pair, top pair with kings and gables got kings in the pocket for trips.

I sucked it all up. Even at the end, already down fifty, in a last ditch effort, buying another thirty. And in the very last hand, knowing I had to make the most of it, slow played an ace king that hit, only to lose to john on a straight on the river.

Bah humbug. Boo hoo to me.

Gable leaves with a tremendous 150.

John with about sixty.

Even jim, only playing for thirty minutes at the end, doubled up.

And I am the sad pup with nothing.

But still up 65 on the tab.

The meaning of life…

Ive thought about it for a bit, and I see no real, provable reason why we are here on this crazy planet, completely self aware, but ignorant of our purpose.

The cowards hiding behind religion are just too afraid to face the godless truth of chance, the cold hard emptiness of random life out of the void. (Listen, i have nothing against it as ritual and heratige, just as the answer to how we came to be and why we are here).

But fear not, with no discernible reason, the answer lies in the simple act of just making it up for yourself.

But that can be hard too, so I broke it down:

Find something, and someone, to do.

Its elegance lies in its core directness, but truly absorb it. Go out there, find something to do with your life, and someone to share it with.

Doesn’t that ring true?

Don’t say I never told you.

Hair makes the man…

So I finally shaved off this massive scruff I had weighing me down.

Yes, why not another view.

Before that, on Saturday, I played poker for about twelve hours at 81st street. Starting five pm on to five am. I came out 55 richer.

145 in the black.

What does it all mean, anyway?