i have never understood why i keep winning so much now when i made almost nothing all of the 1990s and 2000s and 2010s. why wasnt poker easier back then when NL hadnt been around as long as wasnt nearly as popular? (to be honest the early part of that time i was playing nothing but fixed limit stud or high low). and by fixed limit that includes spread limit 1-5 and 2-10.
i can only imagine how my entire life wouldve been different had i had a 70k bankroll to work with 30 years ago, or even a 40k roll. i can also only imagine how different my life wouldve been had i not gotten banned almost everywhere long before i was age 30 and wouldve been able to play whereever. any attorneys or social workers reading this blog? id gladly pay them thousands of dollars if they could assist in how to go about getting 20 plus year old bans removed. no casino should expect someone to be the same way in their late 50s as they were in their early 20s.
i had this dream in which Teka the dealer was filling up a huge bathtub that turned into a monster size swimming pool because i looked at the cards she dealt me and i had 4444. and its 8 feet deep and im wondering if i can stand in it and then im walking thru circus circus casino looking for a $1 blackjack table. and i go down a long hallway tunnel to play in a poker game with donald trumps kids and a few cartoon characters uncle scrooge mc ducks kids and richie rich. and i cant find the game and i end up with security telling me theyll show me where it is.
yeah i really dont know why im having so many wins of around 1000 in the 1-2 PLO. the only thing im really doing different is martingaling the buyins somewhat and not straddling under the gun, but im not the only one not straddling. i do admit ive been lucky on some hands. such as when there was a raise and a reraise preflop and id already limped with 4547 double suited. i was tired of not having good cards for hours and being down over 500. so i repotted it for 985 preflop. and won a 3 way pot or at least half of one and there was a side pot but i dont remember who was in it. i won with a straight on 1 board and trip 444 on the other board, and it was not a bomb pot.
does anyone think that was a bad play? i dont think so they were thinking i dont gamble, but simply because i wont gamble in stupid ways (straddling) dont mean i wont gamble. putting over 10k at risk on blackjack is gambling, no one can ever say i wont gamble.
its weird though how for over 20 yrs i had almost no money and couldnt break out of the low bankrolls. a lot of that probably goes back to when i used to like women and give them money to hang out and wasted so much on Britni and Lorna. and when i wasnt living in texas i used to waste so much money on video poker machines that were not anywhere near 100 percent simply because i liked games with lower paytables i could martingale like triple spin poker.
i remember martingaling even money 1 cent video machines that offered the sucker form of blackjack in vegas grocery stores.
waking up this late after midnite is hurting my game because i end up playing when there is only 1 plo game still going with all of the late night winners after all the losers are broke. its like 145 am.
in the dream i just had, i was looking for room 14 in an old hotel because i was told that was where the poker game was and was where i could get some sleep. i found the game, started winning, and went to rebuy another $21, and a guy id just busted came back into the room holding a gun at me. his girlfriend and his brother was in the next room and the only reason i wasnt shot yet was his brother was defending me and had a gun pointed at his girlfriend. the brother was the guy Borat who i play PLO with at Harry Hines.
i disappeared into the room next to me, and i was hiding on top of a table while they were looking for me underneath the table and there were robots coming towards the table with packages they were setting on the table to find me. and i saw a security guy on the floor above who worked for the shooter but he didnt see me. i was trying to figure out how to get out of there.
then im in another room and im seeing all these letters from my mom to his kids with money in them telling his daughter its reimbursement for my Aunt Martha being in prison (she never was). but her family and my mom never got along. they cut me out of their life due to their hatred of my mom. they resented that my mom was my grandmas favorite which is true. and i know i was about to get found and shot any moment by the man in charge of the house, so im writing the words Jesus loves u and will save u so the kids will see and find the message.
and then i see a back way out of the house and im running and flying over a bunch of roofs and i see no one after me but a bunch of flowers chasing me on the ground and im high up and then i woke up
