“How you doing Alex? Life looks and sounds great, filled with some abide.
Awesome…very glad to see. You know – I got PM’s going back 6 years almost…good to see some of the ones you knew were solid go forward in life. Pocketfives sure has changed in 8 years…
Always a balanced man, with great stories, a zest for life, great hotties/gf’s (+~ve vibe, not fuqtard styles) and a good poker player. Good stuff Aanato.
Not a bad hidden reference – Aanato (* sounds like a character in a Coehlo “Alchemist” epilogue, may use in my writing ) think hard, get it. Drive hard, earn it. Play to win, and always win, even through all the bullshit ” losses”. Fuq, tarded. Fuq, stupid. Choice to be tarded, God has blessed the other kind in other ways – he always does.
The ” tards” are the ones who continue to choose to be ignorant. To not improve, to hide behind shelled accusations, instead degrading acquisitions of knowledge by electing vanity and popularity bi-partisan PR managers of their carbon crusted souls.
I have lived a life that is full.
You only learn when you fail. That is an “F”.
No F, life is but a lie.
Embrace all you can, and live.
Wake each morning, and know, Bob had it right.
Wake up and live.
Wake up and “abide
btw – the pic, is a trip, as a professional, advising deal in BC, played RiverRock on downtime, stayed at 5 star Fairmont, $750 into 7k on previous night session, 22 & 32 yr old scotches, with a new pinky ring (4k, on sale $1800), great BC bud and of course, plenty of good oysters/ lobster/ food on trip. We really often write for ourselves, and those who care enough to know, or can hear their own life in the combination of words we use. Writing is a complicated form of cerebral poker, that we play for the big orange chip. Our own.”
I’m doing great man, thank you for asking. If I could abide I’d probably be less insane. Glad to know you can.
Isn’t it crazy the ones we have PMs with from six years ago? Isn’t it interesting to see who disappeared and who continued?
I’m glad my name or anything I contribute could remind you of The Alchemist. Paulo Coelho has gotten a bit commercial for my tastes, but The Alchemist is a classic for any man that yearns for a real life. I just wish I had listened to Intervention and read it a couple years before.
Carbon crusted souls – that is some powerful imagery. I agree. One must not be afraid to be seen as silly in their pursuits in order to ever really pursue anything. Actually, on that same train of thought, I just recently wrote an article about “spewing more.”
You have lived a life in the full sir. I don’t believe many people can make that statement to themselves and truly believe it.
Your last paragraph is dazzling for the hedonist who still lives in me. I’ve never been one for jewelry or pinky rings but I understand why people like them. I’m glad you can enjoy yourself to the fullest like you have been doing!
But then I read that paragraph again. I love/loved all the things you spoke of in your last paragraph. I saw the price of your pinky ring. $1.8K, seems like a nice price. I don’t like rings but I like nice things to wear. I’ve spent a lot on them. The thing I’ve noticed about the things I wear is that they usually wear off at some point in how they wow me.
I was wondering, “what I would do with the $1,800 if I wasn’t going to buy a pinky ring, but I wanted an expense that was as awesome as it was impractical for the common man?”
Then I had this idea. What if I took a bunch of kids from orphanages to a field, and in the field there was tons of toys spread out. They could all run and get one, like it was that game they had on Nickelodeon when I was a kid. The one where kids had five minutes to run through Toys R’ Us and get anything they wanted.
Then I realized all the kids would be fighting and probably ripping each other’s faces off.
Maybe I’d take a cheapo flight to Mexico, go to one of those dumps where kids sift through garbage for half of a Barbie, and just hand out rice and beans. Just bag after bag. They couldn’t misuse that. Hard to do much else with rice.
I bet $1,000 could buy a ton of rice. $400 for the plane ticket. Then you could spend the rest on a good ounce. You could light that up while watching the people you helped for a day walk with just a little more of a smile. Breathing it in you could go, “yeah, I did that.”
Or you could save up. I know a charity that builds houses for the elderly in third world countries. You can buy the land, the materials to make the house, and the labor to make it – all for 2 to 3k.
But I’m a weird dreamer. A pinky ring is something you can look at your whole life. I just like whacky ass stories that happened, but they only take place in a day.
I’ve done some charity things, but I think it’s a blowhard move to talk about it publicly. Bono’s an ass. I just felt better, oddly, spending the money on something I could never get back, as opposed to a nice Armani shirt or something.
I think every man should try both once in his life.
What do you think?
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