Create in me a Clean Heart

Got everything from church songs to Dr. Dre running through my mind.  I slept at my buddy Kristian Fulkerson’s house in La Sierra last night.  He’s got an air mattress in his room and I took a shower at 3a.m. or so and washed and conditioned my hair then laid back on the air mattress just for a minute.  I listened to “I Ran” by the Flock of Seagulls while Kristian was at his desk playing Starcraft and that’s the last thing I remember. Woke up 9 hours later, feeling refreshed and hungry with the biggest puffball mop of clean hair that you’ve ever seen. Lit up a Marlboro light and Kristian got me a bowl of Lucky Charms and started grooving to some Flux Pavilion “I Can’t Stop”.  That’s where I find myself now actually.  It was an interesting Friday night.  I left San Juan Capistrano about 5pm and headed to Tustin to my ex Heather’s house to chill and wait for traffic to die down enough to go somewhere else.  I had a hundred bucks in my wallet at that time.  Not enough to do much with actually so I was pretty much planning on gambling somewhere.  I just wasn’t sure exactly where at that point.

Ended up staying at Heather’s until around 8pm and writing a pretty lame story about when I moved to Sydney from Byron Bay a few years back.  I’ve read it a couple times since then and I really don’t like it.  My friend Kristian seems to think its pretty cool but I disagree.  So anyways, I called up Jim Waataja who was smoking marijuana profusely over at his dispensary on Grand Avenue in Santa Ana.  We ended up talking for about 30 minutes on the telephone about how broke he was and how the Feds were getting ready to pull the plug on medical marijuana dispensaries in California.  I knew that was going to happen ever since the Department of Justice indicted Full Tilt, Poker Stars and Ultimate Bet back in April of 2011.  When they did that I clearly saw how clearly the U.S.A. dislikes having her directives ignored.  Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and that’s what I thought about when I saw what they did to online poker.  Those sites were blatantly operating online poker sites in the United States and they got their asses handed to them big time.  The same concept applies to medical marijuana dispensaries.  Federal law prohibits these shops doing business and regardless of whether California state law allows it or not, at the end of the day the Feds take precedence.  Mark my words, the U.S.A. is coming after these dispensaries and the shit is going to hit the fan soon. Apparently my friend Jim agrees with me or he wouldn’t be in the process of trying to source out a regular job right now.  So that’s what we discussed on Friday night.

I hung up the phone, got in my van and made my way over to Jim’s shop.  On the way there I noticed that my battery light came on and I was like “fuck my life”.  If its not one thing its another I swear.  I made it to Jim’s work but that’s as far as I made it.  My van is still sitting over there now, a heap of shit sitting in the parking lot.  I’m trying to figure out what to do about that right now.  I know its the alternator but I also know that a 1992 Chevrolet Astro Van is a pain in the ass to work on and I’m not a fucking mechanic, plus I’m broke as shit.  Somehow I need to find a way to get a battery as a short term fix.  That should get me going for a bit.

Jim and I went to the Bicycle Casino in Bell Gardens on Friday night.  I drove us there but in Jim’s car, an older Cadillac Escalade.  Jim really must be pretty broke because he didn’t have any gas and I had to break my hundred dollar bill, put $14 bucks in the tank and buy a pack of smokes which left me at a paltry $80 upon arrival at the Bike.  I lost a quick $20 on an ill fated journey to the blackjack table so my poker bankroll for the night was a lowly $60.   I went to the $40 no limit tables while Jim took his cash to the $80 no limit.  I ended up doing really well in poker that night.  Jim started off really well but ended up losing all of his chips and coming over to my table and “borrowing” $40 off of me.  I knew that I wouldn’t be seeing that $40 back ever because I have done the same thing to him about a hundred million times, usually at the Commerce Casino. Still though, I left the Bike with $300 which was really cool.

Of course, two days later and I don’t have a $1 to my name, I’m in Riverside, with no idea what I’m going to do next, but that is the life of a compulsive gambler.  Not a pretty thing let me tell you.  Until next time, peace out.


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