No change is the only constant

New city, new country, new life.

Same old running bad.

I thought if anyone was ever still checking this tired old piece of shit blog, I'd - uh - reward them with more whining. I was inspired by a few seconds of wonderment that just took place; four outered for a nice big cash pot and three outered in an enormous tournament pot, simultaneously. The dude in the tourney called my turn raise (I had a fairly obvious straight) with King high - there was an Ace on board - and a gutshot.

The problem is, even with backing and supportive vibes, I am driven to seriously consider whether I can or should continue doing this. Five months of running bad means one of two things...

a) I am cursed
b) I am not running bad and am kidding myself