This post is a hodgepodge. Not a sexy word but if you could see what I was wearing right now...
And so keeping with the mood, hodgepodge it is. There’s exhilarating gambling discussion within. I know my audience. I know what you people want. Sometimes I sell out talking about big real world stuff but this post has it all.
Case in point, I arrived in front of an empty parking space about a second after another car arrived on its opposite side. Was she headed down the lane to take the spot or was she headed down the lane to leave? I gave two beats and seeing no turn signal, I took the spot. After I parked the woman didn’t move her car. Obvious to me now she wanted the spot I got out and this is what went down:
Lady who doesn’t know what a blinker is: “I was going to park there.”
Person who is able to properly analyze a situation and act accordingly: “So why wasn’t your blinker on?”
LWDKWABI: “I didn’t know you were a racist.”
There’s so much wrong with this interaction, I can’t.
I felt something in my eye for a couple of days and I was due for a check-up anyway so I went to my optometrist. I had been up 31 hours by the time my appointment rolled around and usually I wouldn’t go but there’s this thing in my eye and my eye is sort of important so I went. Number one; my peripheral vision test was so bad the tech had to tell me the test had started because I wasn’t reacting to anything. I wasn’t seeing anything flash in my side view. Then she gave it to me again with the same result. The doc told me some people have off days and my eyes looked otherwise healthy but that my boxing career was over. That news was hard to take.
Number two; he couldn’t see anything in my eye but did notice some inflammation so this man wanted to flip my eyelid over like little kids sometimes do and if he saw something he said he could swab it with a cotton stick. What? No. Is he crazy? No. Not happening. He sent me home with eye drops and told me if nothing changed I had to come back in two days.
I took drugs, put on my big girl pants, marched into his office and pleaded with him to treat me with kid gloves. I let this professional eyelid flipper do his thing and you know what was in my eye? Three eyelashes so far up they couldn’t escape on their own and this man swabbed them. My day was done after that, I needed a nap.
Alright gamblers, here’s what you’ve been waiting for. Pass out the dessert and drum roll please…
Over the last year “hustler twitter” has really grown. And with that a handful of users regularly post very specific ways to beat certain games. I’ve read the same exact sentiment from three of these people and it’s in the vein of them just wanting to “help” people. They like helping people. Etcetera.
My condensed view is this: It’s true. These posters are helping a slew of new people take advantage of things they would not normally be privy to. If you were already established in the scene you can feel the impact. More people who were probably in the casino environment already either as other types of advantage players, poker players or casual gamblers now know what to look for and how to approach situations because of the considerable uptick of posted detailed instruction. And with this, livelihoods are being wrecked. People who had already been hustling for a living are having their income destroyed. In my view the help being given to a new population is less meaningful than the hurt that’s happening to established hustlers and that’s a net negative.
But, you all do you. I’m not here to argue about it. If you disagree just chalk it up to me being a racist.