I'm a gambling man, but like I've told you all before, I've adopted a square lifestyle that I like and I don't like. I like the fact that my money no longer takes swings in the thousands of dollars day to day. I like the fact that I don't have to hire goons to stand at my door admitting people into my game. I also like the fact that I don't have to shake down people who owe me money, or be stuck holding the bag when a wannabe bookie skips town whenever I win a huge bet. No, I love the fact that I'm a businessman now, despite the fact that my business takes place with no storefront. I also like the square woman that I've been talking to. I doubt that she would want to be in my life if I were still traveling around the country chasing money.
However, I occasionally miss the thrill of taking down a monster pot, the action of a prop bet, and my favorite, placing bets on an underdog in a football or basketball game. I just love the fucking action. I love the rush of putting my money on the line balls out! See, once a gambler always a gambler, but I stay away from that with exception of the occasional sports bet on who's going to win the World Series, or betting against the Lakers (which would have won me a ton of money lately if I would just play). With all that being said, I just have too much to lose if I start back gambling again. My mother, KR, and my lifestyle are too important to me to risk losing on gambling. I was a very lonely man when I was a gambler. Sure I had women, I've always had women, but I lost all communication with my mother; and KR wasn't even in the picture back then, but if she were I would have stopped communicating with her back then because I was a true to the felt gambler. My typical day back then: play poker for 12-16 hours a day, collect juice payments, bet on sports, and get my dick sucked whenever I could. It got to the point where I was running a game, and spending every waking hour of my life gambling. I loved gambling better than sex and didn't have a place for a woman in my life unless she was going to cum in my hotel room, and leave before checkout.
Those days are gone, and I can't go back. I'm too old for that shit, but like Jimmy The Greek nothing except poker gets me more excited than betting on sports. I fucking love the possibility of quick money and beating the odds. But had I bet this week, I would have lost big on the Jets. In fact, I was going to place a bet on them, but something deep down inside me told me that Peyton Manning is the greatest quarterback of all time and there's no defense that's going to beat the Colts without a formidable offense. I don't even know who the dog is in the Vikings/Saints game, and I didn't know which team to beat on because they both lack toughness with their high-octane offenses and domed stadiums. I probably would have lost big in this game too. The only thing I'll bet on these days is life.
Hopefully, I get to inherit a beautiful family in the process.
Five days until my birthday this upcoming Saturday and I still love receiving gifts. Send them priority mail today or tomorrow and your package will get to me by my birthday Saturday.
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