Time Flies When You're Not Smoking Crack

I haven't had a cigarette since Halloween, 2008. Somewhere in my mid teens my sister aided in my corruption by helping me pick up the habit. Ten years later, I got tired of it. Back when I was working at the Tiki Bar, it was a piece of cake to go through a pack a day. Living at Keenan's old apartment, almost up to two. Somewhere between then and now, I just got tired of it.

For as long I've been playing in AC, you couldn't smoke in 90%+ of the poker rooms. If you stepped just outside them, you had free reign on the casino floor. Several decades of scientific research and employees with no history of every lighting up showing up with lung cancer... all of the sudden they decided maybe they should confine cancer kids to a smaller percentage of the establishment.

It became such a pain in the ass to leave the table and take a cigarette break that I eventually cut back more and more. I found myself smoking less than a pack a week, not even buying them, and next thing I know, bam, no more smoking.

Now, if I only I could do the same thing with shitty play and tilt in poker. Cut back to where I no longer see the point. Both are incredibly expensive.

I haven't sat in a live game since... four Wednesdays ago? Was it on my birthday that I decided I was putting down the live poker crackpipe? Wow, is that right?

Nah, gotta be later than that... three Wednesdays ago?

I don't plan to lay dormant forever. Called the Rio in Vegas the other day, booked my room the $1500 HORSE event. I've got some ground to cover between now and June 6th, but a short week later, I'll be in the desert for a week.

This Sunday is Mother's Day. Call your mother.