Going Back to a Real Job, No More Professional Poker

Working In A Restaurant After The Underground Poker Game Died

So, the game died, Frots moved out of our “krot” and I was left with an unsedated hunger for more, but this hunger for more poker quickly became a hunger for more money. And with my extra 70$ per month (on top of my 300$) gone, I had to look for new ways to make money. Having lost my connections in the poker scene, I quickly resorted to a most humiliating and socially stressful job; I became a waiter in a breakfast and lunch restaurant. Which did earn me a lot more than a casual 4 hour evening’s wage of 7$ at poker! With a safe 12$/hour wage and a 12 hour/week job, I quickly forgot my dreams of making poker my main source of income. I was going to become a cook! Which would earn me an extra dollar per hour, can you imagine how glorious my life would be with all this money! I could. But let’s keep that in a past tense, shall we? As the days became weeks, and the weeks became months, boredom didn’t overtake me. Instead an incredible feeling of belonging and happiness overtook me as I gave all these people their well-earned drinks and meals. Yes, I had found my place in society, a glorious waiter, ready to please all!

Meeting New Poker Opportunities in the Form Of Mr. Big Pickle

Of course something had to change, and this change came along in the shape of a guy that doesn’t want to be named here, but let’s just call him Mr. “Big Pickle” or “BP” for short. It was the 2nd year at my “krot” and there was a new resident there, I’ll call him Mr. “V”, he later turned out to be an incredibly gifted software engineer, and I’m sure he will get very far in his quest to program the shit out of things. But at that time, he was just a mere student, just as I was. And we had gotten to know each other, there was peace in the “krot”, at least, until Mr. BP showed up, he made our lives the way they are, at least, for a big part. But we didn’t know that, that day when I and Mr. V were sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea and discussing whether God existed or not. We didn’t know that a total lunatic would show up, with a sick poker mindset.

Pink Floyd; Money

Money was on my mind, that’s for sure, but how can you play poker when money isn’t important to you? Just make sure you listen to the word enough, after a while it will be important to you, I’m sure.