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  Monday, March 26, 2007

A Bad Week

I'm overdue for a post and/or update.

But this time, it's not wholly my idea.

I've been treading water with my play, mostly; I'm relying on turning previously earned points at Full Tilt and PokerStars to enter tournaments with cash prizes, or more commonly, which award seats into other tournaments (typically, on Stars, the Sunday Million). As I've done before, when I win a seat into the Sunday Million, I've been selling the seat for cash, which is a quick $200ish boost into my account.

I'd also been playing some of the charity tournaments around town, of which I've written previously; these are becoming a better and better deal for the player. After getting bad-beat out of several of the tournaments, I finally won one, and so for a change, I had several hundred bucks in my wallet. Gil and I played at Soaring Eagle over a weekend (more than two weeks ago), and we both did quite well over the weekend, a few hundred bucks ahead for each of us (at $3/$6).

Then, my dad unplugged the cablemodem here. It was a salvo on his part in the war over how everything I do is illegitimate, and while it wouldn't have been that hard to plug it in when he wasn't here, I didn't. In fact, I was avoiding my parents as much as possible.

This wasn't really supposed to go into this post, but I got around to it, so I'll put it here: I felt strongly that my parents were judging me while they were incompetent to do so. They don't read this blog. I'd given them things to read regarding various aspects of "life as a poker pro," because they don't believe there's any such thing. I'd suggested a couple of movies five years ago where I identify strongly with the lead character (As Good As It Gets and Finding Forrester), and they haven't seen them, but continue to tell me that my life is improper because I am, essentially, too much like those two characters. All of that, combined, made me very angry, feeling that they'd made no effort to try to understand my point of view, yet they continue to judge it as illegitimate.

With the cablemodem unplugged, I was forced to play live. I enjoy playing live more, but I'm becoming (to my chagrin) a tournament specialist, and the opportunities to play tournaments are somewhat limited. Most of the charity tournaments are limited to the weekends, and it wasn't the weekend. Unable to play a tournament, online or live, I went to Soaring Eagle to play $3/$6.

This usually isn't a problem, except for two things: First, my car's suspension is in really bad shape. Like, a-wheel-might-fall-off bad. Second, my car isn't actually legal. I didn't renew my license plate in 2005 because moving to Las Vegas was imminent (which turned out to be correct), and then I never put a Nevada plate on my car for three reasons: First, the cost, second, my reaction against all things mandatory, and third, there's no reason a Nevada cop should know that a white sticker on my Michigan plate means that it expired in 2005.

It does turn out to be relevant to this story, but before I left Las Vegas, I got a ticket for an illegal turn. I'd explain what I did, but I've tried before and apparently I have a serious inability to explain it and be understood. In conjunction with the preceding paragraph, the cop actually didn't notice that my plate was expired when he ticketed me. The cop suggested that I not try to pay the ticket right away, suggesting that it would be lost in paperwork for a while, and within a couple of weeks I returned to Michigan anyway. While I was here, Nevada suspended my Nevada driver's license for failure to pay the ticket.

We're back on the present, again. A week ago Friday, I was losing my shirt at the casino, losing more than $300 at $3/$6. Finally, after about fifteen hours, I decided that enough was enough, and left. On the way home, an Isabella County Sheriff's deputy appeared behind me, and pulled me over. It took him a while to discover that my Nevada license was suspended, but he eventually did, and since that's a misdemeanor offense in Michigan, he arrested me and impounded my car.

People who've had experience in these things tell me that Isabella County's jail compares pretty favorably to others around the state, that, in essence, it doesn't suck as much to be in Isabella County. And even I'll admit that, as much as it sucked, at least it was better than working at Lowe's. I'll probably write more about the experience eventually (in fact, I hope that I do), but not now. For now, I'll say that I spent ten days there, and leave it at that. (I also have about $1000 in various fines.)

Now I'm on "what next." Some ideas have been presented to me, which aren't completely stupid, and I still have a long dragged-out conversation with my parents coming, about how much of a shithead I am. In essence, all this isn't over yet. But I felt the need to get as much of it as has happened thus far, on (virtual) paper, and so you see this post. More later, I'm sure.

  Comments:

glad your ok. I can not BELIEVE you had to spend ten days in jail for an expired plate? What kind of crazy law is that? Are you sure they did not find a dead hooker in your back seat or something? Kidding!!!!
 
That awful. Ten days in jail for an unpaid ticket is ridiculous. Were you able to get your car out of impound? That sucks you're fighting with your parents. Are they pressuring you to get a job? Are you close to getting kicked out?
 
SO are you going to get a life now or continue making excuses for yourself?
 
Ok, for starters I don't want to come across as a hater, but I probably will. Your parents are probably right. Life as a poker pro does not mean being broke all the time, leeching off your parents, not being able to afford your own place, etc. If you proved to them that you could support yourself for long periods of time (which of course you should be doing at your age), then maybe they wouldn't give you such a hard time. Do you realize that you shouldn't be dependent on them for things like internet access??? You're not a child anymore, and they have every right to be upset at you for refusing to do anything to improve your lifestyle. When a 30 something year old man has his parent unplug his cable modem, well, there is a bigger problem then bad beats....Get a job (yes I've read you from the start and know about your aversion to work) and get your shit together. I'm gonna stop now before I start sound like even a bigger dick. Good luck
 
LG - time for some tough love.

Get out of your parents house. They will not help you. Put yourself in a situation that has a chance for success - stay with friends or find your own place somehow.

You also need emotional support for success in any endeavor. Find someone supportive to talk with and form a plan of action.

And sell your car before it gets worse or you get another misdemeanor.

IM me if you should ever need someone to talk to.
 
That really sucks man. You gotta go into detail about life in the slammer :)
 
good to see you are gettin a job. Good luck!

Dan
 

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