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Narahatlıq

Kearny, New Jersey So many moving parts. And with the move, I keep missing particulars. I want to blame others, but truly, everything is my responsibility. It’s been a tough week, and I’m officially tired of saying, “it’s been a

Welcome To Kearny, New Jersey

Kearny, New Jersey You all asked me to say hi. However, I overloaded my schedule. Forgive me for this briefest of blogs. I have made it to New Jersey. Thank you for everyone who wrote me a welcoming email. Thank

Catenaccio

“The price of anything is what you trade in your life to get it.” Bullhead City, Arizona “You want to donate to Harry’s kids brother?” the white man with neck tattoos asks me. Dark red beard. Trucker hat. The musk

Industrial Psychology

  “Doing things that scare you actually makes you more confident. If you have the courage to take action, your confidence will follow. Every time you push yourself to speak when you’re nervous, act when you’re afraid, or get to

Craftsman

Bullhead City, Arizona ex·haus·tion iɡˈzôsCH(ə)n/ noun a state of extreme physical or mental fatigue. the action or state of using something up or of being used up completely. I worked 59 hours last week. If I counted all the hours

Pedantic

Whenever I’m in trouble I always ask myself the same question: What would Charles Barkley do? Bullhead City, Arizona I do not believe in myself. I believe in numbers. On any given day, I don’t know what my best is

Geselle

Bullhead City, Arizona The world conspires to stress me. It instead works the muscle. I strain it till it snaps. It rebuilds. It’s stronger. The world pushes me harder and harder. I do not relent. The world has its designs.

Peripatetic

Bullhead City, Arizona In the last six months, I have gone from San Jose to Prague to San Jose to Bullhead City to New York to Montreal to Bullhead City to New York To Montreal To New York to Bullhead

Rushing Through Thirty

Las Vegas, Nevada “If you never win one a WPT event, a WSOP event, or anything similar, what would that mean to you?” “Absolutely nothing.” It was then I knew I wasn’t a professional poker player anymore. “Rushing…through 30…I’m getting

Do Something

Queens, New York I got done with my three lessons today. Too much caffeine. Too much stress. How was I going to get done with anything? My mic isn’t working. My energy and focus aren’t what they used to be.