For an overwhelming majority of the people in the online poker industry, Friday is being dubbed Black Friday.
Why? Read this.... Exile on Main Street Reprise.
I had prepared myself for this "dark" day since early 2007, and attempted to earn as much money as I could, and more importantly, save as much money as I could and stash it away for a rainy day. I diligently worked to hone and improve my writing in all areas. I expanded my business partnerships and delved into a couple of start-ups and ramped up my interests into non-poker projects. I knew that this gloomy day was coming, but didn't know exactly when. Unlike our last two Presidents with regard to wars in two foreign countries, I had a well thought out exit strategy. I just hoped that I'd never have to enact it.
I'm glad I'm in Peru and not in the Nanny States of America when all of the DOJ and the federales released their indictment. I have to work a couple of more days (oddly enough for one of the companies mentioned in the indictment), so my mind is focused elsewhere instead of the murky future. I'm heading up to Machu Picchu on Monday, hoping to make a few cosmic connections and envision the next couple of years.
If anything... the poker world had been very generous to me as a person, as a writer, and as a participant. I got flown all over the world and put up in fancy hotels just because of my ability to write run-on sentences while tossing up random pop culture references. T'was a good life.
At the same time, I paid a dear price because I became ensconced in the darkness, the depravity, the degeneracy, and the dementia. If you read Lost Vegas, then you know that large chunks of my soul have been carved out -- and I'll never be able to replenish those gaping holes in my lifeforce. Ergo, this could be the in-your-face wake call I had been waiting for to move on with my life.
I don't know what is going to happen in the future. If I did, I'd be a gajillonaire betting on sports and the stock market. Ah, but let's not forget both have been manipulated and rigged at some point along the way.
I trust very few people in general and have zero trust in big business entities with unscrupulous ethics and slithery politicians in DC. That mistrust might become my life preserver. I never wanted to rely upon a specific business or a fucking government for my social well-being. I spent the last couple of years preparing myself to be completely independent of the system. It's going to be a difficult struggle, but at least I have a way out.
This morning I woke up with a pounding headache. The events from Friday slowly returned to the forefront. Man, so it wasn't a bad acid trip afterall?
I wandered down to the restaurant in my hotel for breakfast. I was greeted by a small child wearing Spiderman pajamas plus a Spidey mask. He had some sort of toy gun with him and kept running around the tables, shooting off his gun intermittently while his family ignored him and sipped on their morning coffee. It was a surreal scene right out of a John Irving novel. The kid kept running around and shooting until he slipped and BAAAAAAAM!!!
Spidey smacked his head on the ground and he started crying.
I just saw my life flash before my eyes.