Thank u to Poker Johnny, who drove me for $20, and if id taken a room anywhere else on fri and sat it wouldve been about $95 total even for the dump at koval and tropicana. i didnt want to pay for a week either when i want to start staying with Vince again on sunday and the net works fine at his house too.
i hesitate going to cali--although it keeps me off the machines--cause im just too old to NOT HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE--if i had a roll in the $3000s instead of the $1000s so i could afford hotel rooms via the week--id a lot more strongly consider it. even Toledo is preferable to Commerce, at least there id have transportation, and a friend to sit with.
also, ive had to put the net on zoom 125% from 110% because i somehow lost my reading glasses tonight again dammit, going to make it very tough to see phone texts.
that promotion at the Palms cant last long, its so strong and so valueable, its like theyre taking no rake and adding $3 to every pot. u get about $100 a day in free house money overall, and i won about $140 today. its easy money if u play tight and dont get too tired and play on tilt, or get frustrated, impatient, and start playing machines. there should be far more tables going than whats actually going.
but it does make me want to stay in vegas--and had i not blew about $250+ on machines since coming to vegas, plus all my living expenses, id be ahead $200 or so. im doing okay overall at the poker in spite of the golden nugget losses. those losses came too from playing tired and frustrated.
i plan to stay a very short period here, only til sunday and only to avoid putting out any cash at all on a room all weekend. roll is still about $1570 even after the $10 fee for 24 hours of net. had i took a weekly or paid at the other motel, id have quite a bit less now, and if i play any VBJ, my max bet will be 2 hands of $7. i need to only earn $5 in comps that i was short.
----and now for our feature presentation--recopied from Josies blog. hopefully this reaches a lot of readers new from her usual adience. i wish shed restart the blog for good--to be honest.----------
Although I've always loved blogging, I wish to God I wasn't blogging today. I am because this is so very very important to me.
Long time readers of mine know my brother died many years ago. Well this post is about his son, my godson Joseph.
With the exception of Evan, I cannot think of another boy I love more. We were sooo very close when he was small, both before and after my brother's death. He's now a caring, strong man who hasn't had the easiest life and now lives in Florida.
Last week, work be damned, I bought two airline tickets to Florida, booked a seedy (kinda) hotel room, and my sister and I high-tailed to Orlando to visit him.
He has Stage 4 cancer; a very very rare form. They believe it started in his kidney and has now spread to his lung, lymph nodes, bones and bladder, I think. Have I mentioned he's only 26 years old, never smoked, doesn't party or drink? Joseph's idea of partying is ComiCon.
He'd been feeling sick for a while but didn't go to the doctor at first because he didn't (and doesn't) have health insurance. When he finally did, they told him he had tumors and sent him home with a prescription for anitbiotics. (NEVER GET SICK WITHOUT HEALTH INSURANCE!)
He was in too much pain so returned to the hospital and was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer and again sent home. Again, the constant nausea and pain couldn't be controlled at home so he returned to the hospital.
At that point the best option for him was to go to the Moffitt Center at the University of Florida to get into a clinical trial, but they wouldn't accept anyone who had chemo, so he went untreated for quite a while, hoping to get into the clinical trial.
While my sister and I were visiting him, it was decided he was too ill to travel to the Moffitt Center anyway and the red tape and bull shit to get him in was just ridiculous. So now the wait began for the chemotherapy.
And wait he did.
Every day I saw him, his stomache seemed to grow because of the tumors. It surely wasn't because of the hospital food he kept throwing up. We'd try to bring him things we knew he liked to entice him into eating. As sick as he is, he'd still keep trying to eat though it was apparent he didn't want to. The only thing he asked for was Slurpees....Coke and Mountain Dew Slurpees from 7-Eleven.
Can you believe, I'd never gotten a Slurpee before IN MY LIFE and didn't know how to work the machine? Also, I didn't know if the foamy stuff coming out was how it was supposed to work. So I tried another flavor just to see the consistency. So I have cups of Slurpee lined up on the counter in this skeezy part of Florida, and in walks a very tall erm...hooker. Okay, I'm assuming about her profession. And I'm using "her" lightly. According to my sister, she was really a he. And she determined that while waiting for me in the car. I must admit, I wasn't looking at "her" face.
It was weird because here I was with cups lined up half filled with different SLURPEE flavors and the clerks were ignoring me, letting me do my thang, but the second the he/she hooker came in, they stuck by her side till her purchase was made and escorted her out the door. Hmphf. I wouldn't have minded a little Slurpee assistance!
Shit, I got off track.
This post isn't about hookers (although I saw a few others worthy of note) but about dear, sweet, sick nephew Joseph.
He needs your help. I NEED YOUR HELP.
His mom, Rose, has been his advocate and by his side every step of the way. She's a single mother struggling to make ends meet as a social worker and it's impossible to deal with all the costs associated with not having health insurance and being gravely ill. Prescriptions alone are a killer.
Rose's friend set up an online foundation for Joe, called HELP JOE WIN HIS BATTLE.
He set it up on www.gofundme.com
Please go there and make any donation you can. I realize I may not have hardly any readers anymore, but if I've ever entertained you, pissed you off (lord knows I must've done that) please, please, please do this for me. No amount is too small. Drop a few bucks for my nephew and believe me when I say, your money couldn't be going to a better place.
Oh and when you do, mention that Auntie Josie sent you so he knows who the heck you are.
I'm not done asking for favor yet. Yeah, that effing biatch Very Josie hasn't posted in over a year and here she is asking for favors. It's true.
If you believe in a higher power like Lightning, please say a prayer for Joe and send some positive energy his way.
Lastly, Tony, Lightning, Rob, Poker Grump, anyone with a blog, if you could please re-post this, it would mean very much to me.
I love you all for helping me and Joseph in this time of need.
a/k/a Auntie Josie
and thats it--hope some of u are able to do something to assist in this--and speaking of hookers and hospitals--i was speaking by text with lisa hartman (working as a hooker in pahrump) in room 537 for stomach cancer at umc, but ive never met her. seems she was once married to clint black the actor, im amazed its the same person, but who knows maybe she just says its her. this was a girl i was going to meet once, but didnt realize how old she was, and of course all i ever do is right down phone numbers to text--ive got no money to meet anyone.
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