Tuesday, May 13th, 2008
I heard a woman at work tell someone this:
Talk to the right person, because sometimes you’ll get good advice.
Shit I love manics.
I’m winning Poker Tournaments like a mother fucker.
It seems I can’t enter one and lose?
Here’s the thing:
I’m retarded when it comes to numbers. Seriously all thumbs in this dept.
But . . . I’m intuitive, and I’m lucky.
Here’s an example of my luck:
Three guys go into a store and buy two lottery tickets.
Each guy gives me one.
The one that each guy gives to me is a winning ticket.
I’ve seen it happen time, and again. Over and over, and over again.
But. . . I can’t rely on luck.
Poker isn’t luck.
Not entirely. It’s a skill.
Dr Zen is teaching me the basics.
I got called in at work today, and told that I had been given a raise. Fuck. All I do is go to work, and do my job. Are there so many people not doing that these days?
By the way? I talked to a woman on the phone while I was selling papers. She told me she’s in the real estate business.
“How long you been in the business, toots?” I asked her.
“Over twenty five years,” she said.
“Ever seen anything like this shit we’re going through?” I said.
“Kid,” she said. “I’ve watched the market for a long time (she was sixty years old). This is the worst I’ve ever seen it. And you wann’a know something,” she said. “It’s gonn’a get a whole lot worse.”
Happy depression everyone.
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