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This has been a day by day so far. It is a lot of writing. I get bored and have no television, poker, or gym so I just ramble. I'm sure some of the opinion pieces I would agree with now, and some not so much. I tried to clean up language, and have not proofread. This was just a journal for myself, but I didn't want to make a new entry for the blog. Also, it was split into paragraphs but live journal doesn't recognize this. Verbatum, the trips is going well, and I am enjoying getting out and seeing the world

Day 1: Woke up early for a 730 AM flight. As I write this 20 hours later sitting in the Warsaw airport, I think how nice the Salvation Army couch I slept on in Reno the last two weeks would feel right now. Damn. The Chicago-Warsaw leg of the flight was pretty epic. Polish Airlines (LOT), is undoubtedly a budget airline. The flight was to capacity and cramped, but it really wasn’t that bad. The people were nice, I briefly chatted with a Ukrainian man that grew up in the USSR. He talked about the breakup of the union, and his life in Chicago. He also made sure to tell me that online poker was a scam, and disregarded the fact that it was my job. We got some good hockey talk in, he enjoyed me telling him that Russia would win gold in the upcoming Olympics, but still seemed skeptical. Also learned that most of the languages of the countries stemming from the USSR are the same. I figured as much, but had it confirmed. A hilarious incident occurred as I was trying to leave the plain with a blanket. I had it confiscated and was just short of being put on trial by someone that ran baggage. Likely a product of the socialist ways of former Poland. This is a country where you were forced to stand in line for hours to get a fresh loaf of bread, I wasn’t going to argue with the dude. So no blanket. I had to go back through security again, which was hilarious. There was 1 line, and the guy running the show was more of a standup comic then a security guard. Also, all security at the airport was dressed in Camo pants and a tight short-sleeved shirt. Old habits die hard. I bought water and an energy drink, and tried to pay 23 Euros for it. Yeah…sir that’s 2.30. I was going to say, something is f-ed up if I’m paying the equivalent of 35 USD for that. But I’m a dumb American not wanting to make any waves. Also, in Chicago a guy stopped me to tell me my backpack was open. Wow. This after forgetting all my bags in a taxi two weeks ago in Seattle. At this rate I will come back with literally nothing. Will have to get back by boat imo. Another quick note, most Euros are pretty damn well-dressed. I am scrubbing it in cargo pants and a UNR short sleeve. I’m also attempting to grow my hair to Jesus length, and am about ¼ of the way there, so it’s pretty disastrous. But, most Poles my age or slightly older seem to be bald. I’m pretty sure this country drinks heavily. The plane ride over only confirmed my suspicion. This reminds me, as soon as I get to Barcelona I am finding my hostel and sleeping. Billy gets in late tonight, and I think he puts a lot of Euros to shame when it comes to drinking. I hate drinking, but Billy always finds a way to get me shit-faced. And he’s here for 4 nights. Fack. Also, I can’t figure out the plug-ins here, and may have been duped into buying a universal adapter that is indeed not universal. Or I’m an idiot. We’ll check back in on that shortly.

Day 1 part 2: So I got in to Barcelona and caught a bus 8 miles or so to the hostel. First off, the airport was gorgeous. The information desk was helpful as well, so props to BCN. I get to the hostel and its pretty damn dumpy. I went based on a recommendation and will likely go off of hostelworld.com reviews from now on. The place had potential as it was right on the beach, but it was pretty empty. I would compare it to a prison cell if I had to do so. Street lights shined in, there was no shade, no blankets on the bed, and the bed was a joke as well. Not a good first hostel experience. Also, my sleep schedule was crazy, so slept 3 hours, couldn’t sleep, was up from Midnight until 4 and then fell back asleep. Billy was supposed to stay there, but more on that in a minute. I walked Las Ramblas, which was pretty sweet, paid way too much for a meal, and then got very lost. Probably should bring a guidebook or look at a map of a city before I start wandering aimlessly. Just a thought.
Day 2: Woke up and ate at the hostel. Not great food, in the spirit of the particular place. I knew Billy was somewhere, but with no phone and no response on Facebook I was at a loss, so I just walked. And Walked. And walked. I have no idea why. I had my big pack on, as well as my day pack, so 40 pounds or so total. For 4 hours straight. The situation was goofy, but it was a dumbass move. Finally found what hotel I was to be looking for, and got there at 2. Within minutes I was asleep.
Billy wakes me up at 7, and is visibly drunk. Apparently the night before he met two girls randomly at Mcdonalds, got wasted with them and crashed on one of their floors. The next day, he got drunk during the day, went in the freezing ocean and recalled having sex on nearby rocks. I didn’t believe him at first , but don’t put it past him. Went to Hard Rock for dinner, met a few of this girls’ cousins who live in Barcelona. Had some drinks, almost got robbed, then went to a club. The kids were all cool, and had all moved from Argentina to Barcelona. They liked it they said, but noted that Catalunya, the language spoken in Barcelona is unique and is not close to Spanish. More a cross of Italian and French. This club was ok. It was jam packed, but not speaking the language and being by myself (Billy blacked out and wandered the streets for hours), I was in rough luck. I talked to one girl briefly, but per normal pussed out and didn’t dance. Got back at 5 AM, a couple little f-ing Morrocans tried to rob me, and I passed out. Was very drunk.

Day 3: Woke up at 130, ate at hard rock again. Very hungover. Hated Hard Rock, expensive and very American. Came back to hotel, sat around REEKED of smoke, got ready went to soccer game. Observations: Nobody here has blue eyes. I looked at the soccer game. It was very possible I was the only one in the stadium that had them. Odd. People also smoke like it’s their job here. EVERYONE SMOKES. Also there are no gyms, and people are either very fat or very skinny. The smoking brings bad teeth and there are plenty of people with those. Tons of Farmacias. I love the skinny women though. Petite women = ☺. Went to a cool Tapas bar, was empty when got there, packed when we left. Stadium was sick. 2-0 Barcelona win, very much outplayed Milan. Best atmosphere of any sporting event I’v e been to. Turned in early. First experience washing my laundry in a bathtub. Will try and wake up early, get a makeshift workout in, then go sightseeing. I really should not tour anymore cities/countries w/out a guide book or doing some research. Have done a poor job doing much but watching sports and drinking. My ears are still ringing from the club last night. Was awesome, don’t get me wrong. The issue with clubs of course, is that I have no real game, and even if I am getting subtle hints I generally don’t get them or convince myself that they are not subtle hints. Moral of the story is to meet people before hand, otherwise clubs suck.

Day 4: Finally got to see why Barcelona is hyped as being such a beautiful place. Woke up kind of late and did a bus tour or the city. Was very well done…double decker bus, had audio commentary in 10 languages and got to see major points in the city. Got off at a stop for Tibidabo and made a hike 1 ½ miles I would guess, and probably a thousand feet up. It was a tough hike, but nice to get some exercise, which by the way is killing me. Taking time away from working out sucks. I love the gym, I have poor body image, and it’s such a great part of the every day routine. The church at Tibidabo was very pretty, and was surrounded by an amusement park. Ah…really? And not only that, its been there for over 100 years. Finished the bus tour, checked out a couple other places and are getting ready to go to the casino to watch some soccer, and Billy plans to sports bet a bit. Talked to a very nice Norwregian girl who came to Barcelona to learn Spanish. Just took 3 months to learn a foreign language…beautiful! She is going in to Political Science however, and it seems as if she is taking the language as a prerequisite. Today has been a pretty convincing day for myself to move to Vegas when I get back. Poker has been a blessing and a curse, and I need to stop fucking around, be a man and deal with the fate I’ve handed myself. Not that it’s that bad. It is what it is. I am a poker player. I have worked pretty hard the last 5 years getting better. I have a strong skill set, and could be good at a lot of different things. But I chose poker. I chose not to apply to any real colleges. When I transferred schools, I chose to transfer to an academically weak school. All the while, I was not thinking of a real future, but put more weight in poker then anything. Now, here I am. I am almost 23. I have progressively been more and more successful each year. I hit my drug phase and still was more successful then my prior years. I think this fact, and the fact that poker has been my only activity have added apathy towards the game. Taking time off helps. This puts things in perspective for me. How good my life is. How poker is not just a moral lacking on my part. It is amazing. The hours, the freedom, the ease. The fact that I’m not balancing is my own goddamn fault. The fact that I choose to smoke pot and work is my fault. And this leads to social problems as well. I will never smoke pot again. Mark it down. Ah…lost my train of thought…but yeah. The help to society thing. Look. Here is what I really want. I want to be happy. I want my family to be happy. I want my kids to be happy. And while money doesn’t buy happiness, It makes things a hell of a lot easier. I want those around me to be comfortable. Anything I can contribute to people in need is extra. I’m not saying fuck them, I’m saying that I got lucky. I was put in a good situation. But I’m working hard to make my situation that much better. For me and Roth’s down the road. I’m not going to give my life up to make poor people a tiny bit better off. That’s noble don’t get me wrong, and I often think that’s what I want to do with my life but it’s not. I don’t want to feel guilty for what I do. That is selfish in a way, no? I like traveling. I like being able to afford little things and not be conscious of money. And if I never picked up poker I would have been in Finance…or maybe a Lawyer. And in the grand scheme of things, those people do no more for society then I do, and probably less. Finance created a massive downfall in the economy, crushing everyone but themselves. Nobody takes responsibility for what they did. I would argue that my job is of greater morality then theirs. All I do is take money from people that have too much. It’s a redistribution of wealth from the stupid, who have fallen into money (or worked hard and have money to burn), to the smart (or the average thinker who has worked hard to achieve a skill set.) I’m done bashing myself for what I do. I am a poker player. I have worked hard to achieve something. I am gaining a better life monetarily then what I had growing up. I am making an honest attempt not to let money own me, and not be the thing that keeps me up at night or dictates my behavior. It’s hard. But I’m young, and still have a lot to learn. Can you count the number of people you know personally making 6 figures at the age of 22? I can. And do you know what they all do? Poker. Right.
Again, poker is not what I want to do. I want to run businesses have meaningful relationships and a family, and as I fail as I have, I recognize that I am learning. As my mistakes with women and business matters have been recognized, I realize that I haven’t put in enough effort with either to say that I have failed. I just haven’t put in the time and effort. Right now, I am not a businessman. I have never really had a serious girlfriend. I am a little bitch on so many levels. I am too nice to the wrong people and can’t drive a bargain for my life. But I’m trying. I lack self-confidence with women despite all the assets that I do have. By learning from mistakes we all add something to our lifelong resume. By not putting your past in the past you doom yourself to a life of failure and depression. Which will you choose?
Walked around looking for a restaurant. After the hike and eating meagerly all day I was starving. Was pissed off because Billy is just as wishy washy as I am, and it took and hour to find a suitable place to eat. We took a cab with a French man who was married to an Argentine woman. They spoke 4 languages each. Makes me feel like a dumb American, speaking 1 language well, and one other very poorly. Ethnocentric American is what I am ☺. Met the owner of a bar there, and he has set up a couple bars and a bike shop attempting to cater to a foreign demographic, where all foreigners will meet. It’s a nice target. There was something going on for Thanksgiving tomorrow that sounded pretty cool. Beer pong typical Turkey dinner and football. Alas, I don’t really want to spend more time here, and would like to get to Girona.
Also, paying for water, and not having a choice in the matter boils my f##&^%$& blood. Paying 3 usd for a 20 oz water is bullshit.
There needs to be a device much like a camelback except used for oxygen. There was a woman sitting next to me watching the soccer game who had to go out for air every 5 minutes it was so thick in the bar. A camelback with some cool glasses. I’m going to invent something like that and hawk it to casino’s. Once one got in you wouldn’t have a choice. And if I don’t invent it, I will get an oxygen tank and start taking it into casinos. F*&$* cigarettes. The next time I’m in a poker room, I will be wearing one of those white masks and some sport goggles. Nothing will ever be done though. Smoking in casinos will last until the end of time.
The more I evaluated my life today, I keep thinking about poker, and how it is my career choice. I do need to find a balance, but trying to convince myself to go back to school to be a teacher or work in the peace corps is silly. The balance needs to come from something I know that I love. If I wanted to do something else, I probably would have done it by now. Something with fitness always seems to call me, because of how I miss it when I go away. But I do miss poker, so after a ten day break its good that I seem to be itching to get back at it. I need to be learning more games is the thing. Omaha is way more fun then Hold’em, and it should be getting big here shortly. Would be a nice game to learn, and be dominant at imo. Should get a jump on then when I get back into it. Also, I want a house. In Vegas. And then in Costa Rica. Spend half a year in one, and have in the other and rent them out in the meantime. At this point they pay for each other with rent. MMMMM, that would be sick. I should probably visit Costa Rica first IMO. K, Girona in the morning.

Day 5: I did not sleep last night. I kept thinking about the future and what it holds, wishing I could just live day by day and know that things will work themselves out. They will. I do truly believe that, and it’s been a while since it happened. I think Las Vegas would work for me given the changing situation of people I know there, as well as the economic situation that Vegas is in. The housing market is the 2nd best in the country for the buyer, behind Miami. I would love to own a house. I think that is a nice goal to strive for, and is something that will keep me focused once I start playing again. Also, with Jake moving there, Sagrado already there, and Joel possibly doing his Masters,and if not having a sister moving soon I will have a nice baseline of people to good people to be around. I think networking will be easier due to the not smoking pot thing, and recognizing that this is now my profession, and networking will be an important part of long-term sustainability. Still am in the constant struggle or convincing myself that is morally permissible to be doing what I’m doing as a career. Idealy, I would like to just get rich playing poker and be able to retire when I have kids and they are 5-8 years old. That would be awesome. Retired/Semi-Retired. Volunteer, do something meaningful but that should be after. Take care of yourself, then try and take small steps to tackle problems on a grander scale.
I think Nice would be a nice (haha) place to stay for a week or two. It will be interesting to see how the games at Monte Carlo are. It is a 20 minute train ride, and I would like to believe the influx of people with money to burn will make the games great.
Transportation to this point has been amazing. America is put to shame by what I have seen so far. Cities are smaller/clsoser together, I know, but inter-city metro combined with long-distance train is dynamic. The train I’m on right now is very modern, super classy, and is 8 euro to go what I believe is 50-100 km from Barcelona-Girona. I think a hike and some sightseeing with only a one-night stay is in order. Oh yeah, and Happy Thanksgiving. Kind of sad imo.
The people next to me are talking so MF loud. I’ve noticed this so far with languages I’ve heard. Italian/Spanish do not have an inside voice.
Later….The tram ride was fantastic. It was the first one I had personally taken, and was impressed with everything.
Girona is a nice quiet old Jewish town. It is something like 90,000 people. It has been voted by the Spanish as the best place to live in Spain, and I could easily believe that. Lots of cobbled streets, old cathedrals, buildings with museums etc. I walked around most of the day with an Italian that I met in the hostel. He was very cool, spoke three languages and would have sat all day and spoke English with me. He is in a program right now in Florence, and takes 20 hours a week of lessons. He broke earlier stereotypes I had had about Italians. Although he was from the North. (more on that briefly). We talked quite a bit about America/Italy and how the countries are ran, and how the rest of the world views them. He, as others so far, have made it clear that they have a lot of respect for America. Militarily, he took issue, but as far as being capitalistic he enjoyed the idea, and made it sound like that is what Italy is starting to become. Itaty emulates America on many levels. It was also interesting hearing about North Italy and South Italy, and the vast differences between the two. It sounds like South is full of thugs and mafia, but they are shown in a glorious light because they can cook. The whole country sounds even more materialistic then America, and he explained the women as being only interested if you were decked out in Gucci, Armani, etc. So it goes.
The hostel in Girona was ran by the same company that ran the shitty place in Barcelona. It looked like they had 4 or 5 throughout Spain. They seem to run a good business…all the front desk people are multi-lingual, and this particular hostel was nice. I stayed with a man from somewhere in Italy, who had been in Barcelona looking for work as a Civil Engineer. I didn’t like him to start, because when I told him what I do, in broken English he asked me if that was my life’s work. I said no, but it’s my life’s work for now. I don’t know that anyone can honestly say that poker is their life’s work, especially after seeing architecture by Gaudi the day prior. Anyways, he said he had been in Barcelona two days earlier traveling, and his girlfriend broke up with him while he was there. OUCH! I checked in at 2, and he was still asleep. He said drinking all night made him feel better, and I can’t really fault him for that .
Put in a nice session of cards, 4-5 hours, and was happy with it. The first two hours I was down 1k before I went to dinner, and of course with time off 1k feels like 100. I really do think I’m starting to deal with losing better. I have been on a hell of a downswing for a while now. But that’s life, and it always can get worse. I turned it around when I got back and ended up +1700 or so. The hostel was empty, there is no real nightlife here, so I decided it would be a good time to put in a couple days of work. I will probably put in some time tonight as well….

Day 6: Planned on going to Marseille today. Actually, would have liked to have gone to a few other playes in Southern France, but you cannot get there by train. This will be saved for another trip. Ryanair is retarded and doesn’t fly to certain spots. The guy I talked to yesterday was in Girona for an interview with Ryanair, who also hires mostly multi-lingual people from what I’m told. The train ride was a very expensive 50 euro, and while Ryanair flies to Marseille, they do not from Girona which is curious. Ryanair is subsidized by many countries EU, which I also did not know. This combined with the train system being EU-ized, and it looks like there is your answer for why there is no flight. To the present, I decided not to take the train, mostly because I wanted to sleep in, which ended in me waking up to my alarm and laying in bed for two hours. Damn. The clothes I had washed in the bathtub in Barcelona had not been dry all the way, and smelled like mold today. Learn from that one. And now…finished some lunch will walk around the city some more…looks like it could rain…and try and find a gym. There are museums in the city, but I really don’t have a desire to see museums. Architecture and food seem to be my main interest here, and tapas have been reasonable at the two places I’ve had them.

I don't have internet on my computer where I've been writing. Trip has been good so far. Taking a train to Girona in the morning from Barcelona.

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Rule-of-law extremism engulfs primitive Eastern Europe

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Tell me what you know about dreams dreams...
Tell me what you know about night terrors, nothing
you don't really care about the trials of tomorrow
Rather lay awake in the bed full of sorrow
I'm in the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold
I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good.
-Pursuit of Happiness, Kid Cudi

Ah, nice song, nice record. As long as Kanye doesn't turn him into a depressed pothead I think he'll be around for a while. I'm leaving less then 48 hours from now and I'm surprisingly under stressed. I'm trying to get this couch surfing site figured out, and I think that it will be nice to mix that in with hostels so I can get a real view of how life in the country is as opposed to just getting shit-housed with people traveling just to say they got wasted in as many cities as possible. Couch-Surfing also offers places in small villages/cities that are off the beaten path, which is ideal imo. Just super pumped to get out of the country. After 4 days in Barcelona I am really unsure of where I am going to be. I am super fascinated by the old Yugoslavia right now, and think that moving towards Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia, Montenegro, Bulgaria, Romania, Turkey and then maybe fly to India or just get straight to Thailand. The former Yugoslavia has less white noise from multi-national corporations and a greater focus on community and family values. Plus seeing a country recently ravaged by war should be enlightening to a pacifist like myself.

Taking time off from poker and not worrying about playing anymore in the calendar year is surreal. I shouldn't have put myself in this position. I should have had more life-work balance. I should have taken the stress off myself from being so selfish by doing something about it. I shouldn't have spent the first ten months of the year trying to run away from reality, while becoming depressed and anxious. I didn't, but it's cool. Overall I'm happy with the way the year went. Making 6 figures at 22 with nothing but hard-work, dedication, and discipline is pretty freakish. It feels good being away from the game, and that's something I've often heard pro's talk about. The burnout, and how it effects young players is something I'd been spoken to and ignored. If you are truly in for the long-haul you won't be in a rush to be putting in 40 hour weeks and treating yourself like a slave to hourly wage and per game profit. You focus on actually getting better. Better at more games. Playing good opponents and picking up things off other players, how to play against players that aren't just giving you their money etc. The game is beautiful, the greed is not. I have no reason to believe that I won't continue to be successful. Each year has been better then the last. Chill out bro.

If anyone has advice on good spots for travel/personal anecdotes let me know!

Участвую в Бесплатном касте для прокачки внутренних состояний и зарядки позитивом,
"Эмоциональный поток", должно быть интересно. http://soblaznenie-devushek.ru/multimedia/texnika-emocionalnyj-potok.html

Getting ready to go! I am super excited to get moving on this trip and see the world. The last week has been mostly a haze, me getting nothing accomplished and being a big joke...but with a flight booked for Saturday morning into Barcelona I have no choice but to get my ass in gear and I'm loving it. Today was the best day I've had in weeks. I think one of the biggest issues I've been having lately is feeling like a homeless, directionless, lonely person (all of which are true, but not necessarily a negative connotation).

Bill Bellichek is a genius. So many people rip on him and don't look at this play objectively. Tsk-Tsk all you results oriented people. Yeah it hurts, it looks bad, but if it goes the other way people are jumping on the BB for Prez bandwagon. The man has gigantic stones and is fearless. 1 coach in the NFL makes that call, and that coach wins super bowls with the same reckless abandon he shows going for it in that spot. BB is my idol (Vikes continue to roll, yes yes yes).

I hate poker right now. This is a combination of running bad when I play, and just being burnt out. This is a perfect time for me to get away from the game and reevaluate my life and the role poker should play in it. I don't believe that I can play the game full-time. At least not in the same way the last year has been. I have had no balance in my life. Despite making good money, I am not happy. I think my game has suffered as a result, with me just going through the motions and having a negative attitude in general. I've stopped trying to be a student of the game. This saddens me, because this game that I once loved, which has given me so much is now a chore and not a source of enjoyment. I've become so focused on reaching profit goals, and making money that I've lost sight of the real meaning of life. Money has changed me for the worse in many ways. It's probably a grass is always greener thing, but I feel like at a certain point you become a slave to money. It consumes you, and the only thing that will cure it is more money. Now all this may change after 2,4...8 months but for now I'm very content taking a break from poker, reorganizing my priorities and rediscovering who I really am.

I'm already balking at this 13 month deal I was planning. I think 7-10 is a bit more reasonable, and really would like to go back to school next fall. I'm not sure what I want out of it, but I do know that I want to be challenged. I want to work hard and be good at something else... I want to be around people and not be in a damn room by myself my whole life is basically what it comes down to. I don't want my only source of income to be hustling. Poker as a job is depressing, and that's the thing. When I come back and start putting in hours I will be back to being very good. I'll reapproach poker with a more humanistic view as opposed to the results oriented one I'm dealing with right now, and I'll use it more to make good money on the side.

So yeah that's all. Sleep has been hard to come by these days, so will try and get mine right.....now.
Hope everyone is doing well. Christmas is coming!

Played the Sunday Million for the first time in awhile - I've been traveling for the past three out of four weeks so there hasn't been any time for tourney poker.

Doubled up early with blinds 50/100 when EP raises, one caller and I raise to 1200 with rockets and EP shoves for 10K. He had kings of course.

I picked up a few more chips when I opened to 300 with a pair of ducks in MP, two callers. Flop is KK10 with two diamonds. I fire a CB, one fold and the BB calls. Turn is the 2d so the BB who now has the nut flush stacks off his 8K.

Blinds 150/300 and it folds to me on the button with AhJh. I raise to 900, SB who only has 2,500 in chips calls and the BB (10K in chips) raises to 2,700. Here is where I could have laid it down but I figured that I was getting great pot odds since the SB was going to call all-in which he did. Flop was J107 with two clubs. BB shoves so I sigh, of course call since I'm a station and he turns over rockets.

I then dribbled down for about an hour until I shoved K6s from the SB into the BB's rockets - yay.

So in a cash game (200NL), things went just about as well.

Tight UTG limps, UTG+1 limps, MP limps and I limp with jacks. Seven to the flop. Flop is AKJ with two diamonds so I flopped bottom set. UTG checks, and UTG+1 shoves for $220 into a $14 pot. I decide that no one shoves like that without the nuts and fold.

About one orbit later, same very tight UTG raises this time to $7, same UTG+1 who shoved his whole stack min-raises to $18. I find Kings in MP and call and UTG also calls. Flop is 733 with two diamonds. UTG checks and UTG+1 shoves for $250. Sigh. I have to look him up this time, UTG folds (he said that he had queens) and UTG+1 turns over aces. Good bye buyin.

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