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  • A pick a day until my mom comes back to life. My brother is putting his dog down today… a sad, but mostly expected development. He’s had health problems for years. I find myself staggered by the fact that he outlived my mom, who would’ve put him down years ago if it was up to…

  • A pick a day until my mom comes back to life. I survived the Steven Adams prop yesterday; the game script went almost exactly like I expected. Perhaps I should’ve just bet the Rockets instead of taking some years off my life praying that the Celts could keep that beast off the boards. It’s a…

  • A pick a day until my mom comes back to life. A new month. Still no mom. But I figure if I gamble well enough she’ll come back to tell me she’s proud of me…not a tall task considering I might be starting a bit of a heater. Jalen Johnson cashed fairly easy yesterday. I…

  • A pick a day until my mom comes back to life. Happy Halloween! Who needs to carve pumpkins when you can bank on sand castles! Stephon Castle hit’s his over shortly into the third quarter, so not much of a sweat. Thank god! My mom believed in god. She never read the bible or anything,…

  • A pick a day until my mom comes back to life. So… yesterday didn’t go as planned. But that is the beauty to this, there is no plan, and nobody to hold me accountable except me. Which is hard. Discipline and consistency are very important, and I’m not very good at the former…which disrupts my…

  • A pick a day until my mom comes back to life. Yesterday was a success! Gambling-wise. Unfortunately, my mom is still dead. I’m here hoping she’s doing Angels in the Outfield shit while regenerative technology does its end down here. My mom knows nothing of the gambling world, but she was proud of me for…

  • A pick a day until my mom comes back to life. Trying to figure out what to put as my introduction for this premise, but I’m thankful that since this is more of a diary for me right now, nobody is actually gonna read this. The perfect way to counter the vulnerability of leaving thoughts…