pokershark74A 25-year-old dude from Toronto who wants to go back to school for history lessons and pay for it playing poker.
Good day to you my trusty blog viewers and thanks for tuning in. Today I thought I would try to Briefly do my goals list a quick update on my challenge and then try one of the big reasons I started blogging again which is....
Short story writing ta duh! Yes today I will release Part 1 of my first poker related short story. I got the idea from Ronin and his awesome story telling skills and due hope that he and others feel free to critique and comment on how I do.
Three month goal-set:
- Have Accomplished my Challenge
- Work towards a Bi-weekly withdraw and proper amount i should do or other possible withdraw plans
- Start going back to my weekly cash game in north york (These guys do it right full 9 seat poker table two dealers beverages and snacks and a gorgeous waitress oh and $1/$2 cash running twice weekly)
- Play a Sunday million
Twelve month goal-set:
- Be regularly withdrawing and have a good system worked out in order to find my zone of MTT buy-ins I both enjoy and excel at
- Gold star status
- Play a Pokerstar's sponsored event, I'm thinking the Montreal one
- Since it is the end of August I want to be about to start my History Degree
Five year goal-set:
- Graduate University on the Dean's list
- turned my sharkscope stats from god awful to awfully good!
- Play a Tournament Series outside Canada
In a not so distant future, a post-apocalyptic Toronto is the sole human civilisation left on planet earth. A safe haven housing the last of our kind, A scrap of a society over-run with crime and chaos, Murder and robbery a daily occurrence with no where to escape the dangers of living in this over populated pimple of people left on earth... no where except at the card table that is.
Through all the chaos those who play cards and play them well survive and thrive, Poker has become an intricate part of both the political and social systems in place and it is common knowledge that if you want to handle something while at a poker table you do it with your chips or you don't do anything ever again.
Down a dark alley in Chinatown in a dank basement that has an aroma of equal parts mould and cigar smoke with the one light hangs low over the poker table surrounded by a hodge podge of colourful characters playing High-stakes No limit cash game. It was just agreed that the blinds would be raised from 250/500 to 500/1000 as a few people had been felted in quick succession thus the remaining players stacks where quite bloated and the poor saps next in line where forced to be fine with the increase in blinds and in turn buy in or give your seat up.
There would be no problem filling it at this place. It is here where we meet our protagonist hard at work into the wee hours of the morning. Augustus Graves was a tall man not built but by no means in bad shape. His Long dark brown hair always slicked back and tied and rugged good looks are equally matched by his Calm air of mystery and deadly cool demeanour. Most who know him call him Gus and away from a table he runs laundromat and a few apartments above and is generally well liked and this particular night is doing very well. During all the action he had been the biggest profiteer of any of his table mates.
Being a under the gun our boy Gus as he has done every round straddles the blinds and looks down at Big Slick suited 'Hot damn' he thinks to him self then quickly keeping in mind he should proceed cautiously here.
And After I get back from the cottage for labour day weekend I shall continue or tao of Gus the Grind master cheers all good luck on and off the felt!
