I think it’s important to begin my musings on boozing by addressing the inevitable repercussion that we all face from time to time after indulging too enthusiastically in spirits, the dreaded hangover. Before I instill in everyone a dipsomaniacal disposition to drink, I feel obligated to share with you my painfully researched (I mean that literally) hangover cure.
As I strive to become s more serious and practical drinker, I continue to learn a variety of tactics to help avoid this pitfall. However, anyone that drinks even occasionally is bound to have a night where their imbibing gets a bit out of hand and that will predicate a morning (and better part of the following day) of misery and suffering. Just in case you find yourself in that sordid state of affairs right now, I will get down to business.
I’d like to pay tribute to the late great Kingsley Amis. His book, “Everyday Drinking” and it’s chapter on the hangover is where I adapted my own hangover cure from. It was the inspiration 100%. It’s also a great book for anyone that likes drinking.
It’s important to understand the two headed snake that is “The Hangover”. First, you have the physical hangover (PH). On it’s own the PH is painful enough and difficult to cope with. Still, it’s difficulty is compounded as soon as you accept part two of the hangover.
That is of course, The Spiritual Hangover (SH).
Symptoms of Physical Hangover:
- General fatigue and soreness of the body
- Vertigo and sensitivity to light & sound
- Tremors, sweating, and Increased pulse and systolic blood pressure.
Or as I like to call it. Sunday
Symptoms of Spiritual Hangover:
- Self loathing
- A firm understanding that you are a useless human being who has no value to the world
- Further recognition that no one, not even your family, loves you and that they never could.
- Fear for the future
Most hangover cures talk about treating this sickness as if it were only the physical body we were dealing with. In my view, the spiritual hangover has far more compounding and damaging effects if left untreated. A hangover is not just an illness, it’s a direct challenge to the human spirt’s will to go on. Continue reading “The Ultimate Hangover Cure: How To Survive A Day Of Pure Misery”
Not a lot of people know this, but I cut my teeth as an online poker player. That’s how I went from being a dead broke 15 year old, to only moderately broke 18 year old. I learned a lot of valuable lessons, in here are 8 of them. But first, some back story.
The first poker tournament I ever won happened when I was a month shy of 16 years old. It was the $22 9:10PM Heads Up Matches. There were something like 170 entrants, and a first place prize of $1100. I’d been grinding out the low stakes $5.25 Heads up SNGs (that means Sit & Go, 2 players register, game starts, play 1 on 1 until one player has all the chips and they win the pot, minus the houses take of 5%). I played the 4 man version where there were 2 tables each playing 1 on 1, the winners went on to the final round, and the winner got $20. I literally played 20-30 matches per day, every single day. I’d play before school, in school I’d review hand histories and read 2p2 posts I printed out discussing various strategies for heads up matches.
The $22 nightly tournament was always my “big shot” game. If I’d had a good session that evening, I’d play it. If not, no thanks. I was constantly “going broke” and having to wait tip I could scrounge up $100 to give to my friend’s dad to transfer to me on the site so I could start playing again. Of course I was playing under my mother’s name as you had to be 18 to be on the site.
As soon as I got a taste of poker for money, I was hooked. I recognized that it was a game of skill, and that I could leverage my infinite free time as a broke 15 year old to learn well enough to make an extremely modest income. I’d watch Phil Ivey and Daniel Negraneu on High Stakes Poker and read about the Las Vegas lifestyle of high end poker players and think to myself, “Mathematically at my current win-rate and bankroll it’ll take me 100 years to make it to that level if I live with zero expenses, but wow it must be nice.”
Being the youngest son of a single mother of four, who worked part time in the deli of a grocery store to make an attempt at making ends meet. A $3/hr average rate playing poker on the computer in my room was totally worth it. Every day I’d grind and ruthlessly pursue improving my game. Then it paid off. Continue reading “8 Things I Learned From Being An Underage Semi-Pro Poker Player”