Damn where to start. First of all, Happy 2011 to anyone reading this. Appreciate the fact that you've even made a return to the chillout. Of course there is the strong possibility that absolutely no one reads this. We'll see.
Looks like I left off in September when I was in the middle of the best three-month run in my life, which I believe spanned over July, August, and through September. October was a down month and November was strong. December, poker-wish I probably finished the month with less than ten sessions so the results are somewhat irrelevant.
...and now I'm at the casino typing this as I wait for the $5/10 game at Hollywood Park. If that doesn't show that I've rededicated myself to the Great Chillout, I don't know what does. Sucks to call all morning checking on the status of the game "No game, looks like a slow day," and "Still no game," then to come here an hour later and have to wait for the best game I've seen all week. I guess that's how it goes. So right now we're rooting for a huge pot with ensuing busto by a nit. Nevermind, no nits in the game. Ahhh fml.
Back to the life update. I believe around July or August I really started partying a lot. I have a good friend who's a Hollywood promoter (well, he actually runs the venues and oversees the promotion teams) and since I was in the midst of my first complete year as a single man in a long time, I started taking advantage of our friendship. Instead of getting bottle service at the club, he would allow me to bring bottles to the club in a grocery bag and have them delivered to us at the table. Much cheaper that way. So when I was going out three, sometimes four or five times a week, I was meeting a lot of those L.A. girls and living a good life. I even had to stop going to my favorite strip club because I had a few too many "friends" there and I started getting concerned about drama. Some nights would go like this:
We sit down at table. First girl I know sits down with us and we start doing shots. Another girl I know sits down and gives me a hug (awkward moment #1) and I offer her a shot. Another girl I know walks by the table looks at me with that squinted eye look and hugs me over the table (awkward moment #2), she then waits for an invitation to sit down at the now crowded table and I pretend I don't know what she's waiting for (awkward moment #3) until she leaves. Then friend #1 says in my ear "I hate that bitch, why is she looking at me all crazy?" and I say "She's cool, I don't think she looked at you crazy." Fast forward an hour when the first two "friends" are gone and friend #3 finally sits down with me and say "Why you talking to those bitches? I hate them, I'm gonna fuck her up if she keeps looking at me like that." So anyways, I've stopped going to the strip club.
A lot of other things have developed in my life. I finished a mixtape and have done a couple performances. I'm not much of a performer but my guy wants to pursue performing so I'm obviously going to be there with him. First performance was great at a USC frat house in front of a big crowd of drunk college kids. Second performance I forgot a verse and "freestyled" my way to the hook that felt like it would never come. That was at a Hollywood club but still glad we had the experience. I'll put the mixtape up for download within a week.
So now that we're up to date, let's really get up to date. In this great month of January, I'm down over $9k. I'd like to cut that down to $3k. So I have five days to make $6k, meaning I need to make an average of $1200 per session. Today is the first day. I'll keep you posted.
Four years (Damn this is year three!!)
