Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Where oh Where

Just checking to see if this thing still works?

New city old city, same old same old and nothing stays the same, but as always many new adventures.

I keep saying I'm going to write yet I never do. Hundreds of great stories but either no time or too lazy to tell them. Certainly I lack discipline.

Sex, Booze, Gambling, and Sports, over and over and over. Hope it never ends.

Hope I can start to share again.

Love always,

Miami Don

Monday, August 06, 2012

Random

Rainy Monday here in South Florida. We've been lucky so far as it's been not as hot and not as rainy as normal. Suck it those in the Midwest in Northeast.

Business plan started. It's outlined and all the preliminaries are completed. This week I'll dig into the blood and guts of the business which will probably take a couple weeks to fine tune. Then it's a five day vacation and upon return I'll try to have it ready to go by Labor Day. Trying to keep the momentum moving.

Played in the Dank last week per Josie pimpin' it. I took 3rd which sucked since I should have won all the play dollars but alas Lightning ran like Zeus and yes he played well too. I might do it again this week. I little happy hour, some dinner, a good buzz, and poker with so of the online peoples.

Work is work. With football season on the horizon I had to pull off a compromise but I think it will work in my favor. I'll be working the 3-11 shift but I will have weekends off. I like sleeping in and not getting up at 6am, I can still go out for a couple after work if need be and I'll be able to watch football all weekend so I believe it's a good trade-off. No Monday night or Thursday night football but I can always DVR and watch it when I get home. I've started the 3-11 but won't have weekends off until September.

With weekends off I also may get back into some Poker Action. They have some decent tournaments down here including a $100 $100K guarantee that has three Days 1 and finishes on Day 2 so I'd be able to play on Saturday Day 1C and hope to come back on Sunday. Last week they had almost 1300 donks and it's a decent structure so not bad being able to win $35K or so on $100 if one can run hot for two days.

Cash games are packed down here as well. Higher rake than I'm used to from Vegas but the games are still juicy and there are a lot of old-timers down here with nothing but money and time on there hands with very little poker skills. The bigger games are juicy I understand too and there a lot of pros who moved down here from Vegas because the games are so juicy. Might have to work my way up the cash game ladder as well.

I know I promised stories before and I'll start getting to them this week. Never a dull moment at work and there are truly some fucked up people I see on a daily basis and the stories are just too damn good and too damn real. Almost makes one feel bad for the sick fuckers. Almost.

Hope all is well out there. WPBT in December is a go. Can't wait for that.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Time

I've been back to the grind of work the last ten months, putting in my hours, working towards certifications, and heck, even helping people. My life has gotten fairly boring, no real highs or lows, I'm being a good boy hardly drinking, drug fee and responsible. It's about time right.

Well this last weekend was a little bit different. I had an awesome woman, who had a sense of adventure, come down to Florida for four days and I had time off of work, and we saw good live music and good fun establishments, we got too much sun on the beach, and we just had four days of absolute fun.

The weekend is over, it's back to the grind but something happened that must have triggered something in my brain. My job is good. They are close to expanding, there will be a lot of new positions open, I'm good at it, I can play the politics, the kids love me and there is probably a future at this job. A nice safe grind that will pay the bills and where I'll get some satisfaction.

Yet, is it what I want. I've had ideas of opening up another business, doing halfway houses for kids when they get out of treatment. I've done it before. I was successful before. I know how to do it. I still have a good reputation and should be able to turn a profit quickly. The only thing is it requires taking a chance. A risk. A gamble. Non of those I'm adverse to but the nit in me likes to play the more sure thing, the regular paycheck, don't risk it.

A business that becomes successful again has a ton of benefits. More money. Way more freedom. Play golf more. Set my own hours. I just need to right a business plan and get in front of some people, who I may already have lined up who will invest. These last four days are going to make it hard to go back to the grind. Hard to work for the man. Hard to sell my soul for security and stability. Now things won't be like that at the beginning, it's hard work and long hours but the pay-off can come soon and I want to be able to have those four day weekends. To travel. To be my own boss.

So to say I'm conflicted is an understatement. I'll see how the next couple weeks play out and see where my motivation goes. She took a chance and it was awesome and right now it's going to be hard to suit up and show up everyday with this weighing on my mind. It's time to get that business plan finished. It's time to sell it to investors. It's time to take that chance. It's time for those four days weekends way more frequently.

It's time. Thank you Girl.

Thursday, June 07, 2012

Looking Forward

Not a full post today as I had some stupid work training on my day off and now a little happy hour pregame for the Heat-Celtics elimination game. Workin' for the man sucks. Happy hour rules. Day Drinking Rules.

I'm living in downtown Fort Lauderdale and I love it. It's diverse, lots of action, close to the bangin' beach, staggering distance to many fantastic bars and restaurants, close to the dreaded work, and of course great weather. Anybody wants a little vacation hit me up. Lots of poker rooms too, decent tournaments, juicy donk filled cash games, race tracks, we'll have a blast I promise. Extra credit too if you are a female.

I'm in an older diverse apartment building half a block from all the huge Condos, Townhouses, and Lofts that were built during the boom of the late 90s early 00s. My building is black, white, Haitian, Hispanic, and right down the street are the big ballah professionals, yuppies, older hipsters, and party people so I'm actually loving it. City living kicks ass, even though it's not some huge city, it's big time for South Florida.

I haven't fired up the golf clubs again yet but it's coming with the summer rates being $20-$30 to play premium courses with nobody on them. I am also playing on a softball team which took a bit of an adjustment getting my old out of shape body used to some as strenuous as a competitive beer league. I'm probably going to have to pound out the gym some too so I can try to compete with some of these in shaped donks down here although I still got mad game with the ladies just with the gift of gab.

Speaking of which here are some posts I have planned for the future. Let's see if I can do a couple a week.

Female
1. The hot 24 year old who I've been chillin' with the last few weeks. HOT, HOT, HOT. Just wish she wouldn't talk so much.
2. The pregnant Puerto Rican chick. She's the friend of the girl across the hall and since I'm single no kids this was my first preggo chick. Puerto Rican and Preggo is a wild and loud combo.
3. The online dating site psycho stalker chick. Ugh. It was fun until it wasn't.

Work
1. The son/spawn of a band member who plays with one of Metal's biggest band ever and his fucking doll named Jeremy who told him to kill me and two weeks of hi jinx which surrounded that situation.
2. The bragger who failed at a Bang Bros. porn production but still managed to lock up some loot in a non-traditional roll.

Don't forget my birthday is Sunday so send gifts and money.

Let's go Heat.


Thursday, May 31, 2012

I Shit You Not

Let's call this segment Rehab Reality.

So I work in a Drug and Alcohol Treatment Facility. It's absolute insanity at its finest. From the owner, to my boss, most of my co-workers, and 98% of the clients. Most of the clients are young upper-middle class white kids and most are there because they are addicted to opiates. Prescription Painkillers to be exact. Most of these clients are dual diagnosis meaning they have many deep rooted psychological issues as well and our facility isn't necessarily equipped to handle these clients, yet they pay the bills so...

One fine morning, a maintenance worker was cleaning the bathroom at the facility and came across a foul odor. I work in the PHP section meaning we house the kids at one location and transport them to a building where they do their groups throughout the day so they facility at question is where they do their groups. Anyway, the maintenance worker notices a smell in the client bathroom for a minute can't figure out what it is. The garbage is full, like I'm sure it is most days, so he decides to root through the garbage to see what he can find. Bad decision probably.

He goes through some paper towels and immediately starts to dry heave as he comes across a big log of shit. Human shit. I shit you not. One of these insane kids takes a dump in the client bathroom, covers it up and leaves a big surprise for the maintenance guy. Now I'm not a qualified therapist yet but in my opinion that is totally fucked up. That has to be some deep problems for somebody to go into the bathroom, squat over the garbage can and take a big shit in that garbage can. What must somebody be thinking that does that? Anger, pissed off, control issues, whatever but a complete nut job.

So all the clients are gathered in the meeting room that morning and they get grilled about who took a shit in the garbage can. I got to witness this group and man what a disaster. Most of the clients were laughing like Beavis and Butthead and of course nobody raises a hand and takes claim to the duty in the trashcan.

So this is the talk of the next couple of days and everybody is wondering who really did this. There are like 30 clients and it really could be anybody because it's not like only one person is so fucked up that they stand out. Then another day, a different maintenance guy throwing up in his mouth. In one of the staff bathrooms no less, same smell, same discovery, one giant log of shit. Another group, more denials, then one of the geniuses names the unknown assailant "The Unabomber," for leaving just one log of shit each time.

Disgusted yet? It was disgusting when everyone was dealing with this and I was really sizing these kids up wondering who the fuck is dropping deuces in garbage cans.

A few more days pass with nothing, then...The PHP Supervisor is a real pain-in-the-ass and most of these clients don't like her because she has no empathy, and her direct matter-of-fact style straight from Philly doesn't sit well with many of the spoiled enabled clients. Here we are at the facility and when we hear mother fucker, gross, what the fuck, as she comes running out of the of a private bathroom only few have access too.

Upon investigation, it appears somebody didn't just take a shit in the supervisor's garbage but did some real dirt by dropping an Upper Decker. The supervisor flushed the toilet as shit water filled the bowl and stench fill the air. Fucking nasty. I was cracking up a little because the supervisor can be a bitch so it did happen to the right person but what the fuck. The Unibomber drops number 3.

Again the clients get grilled, again the therapists meet, again no answer as to who is the culprit.

The residence where these clients live in really an apartment building. Typical old school Florida with 10 apartments, 5 upstairs, 5 down, they all open to an outside courtyard and for confidentiality sake there is a 6 foot privacy fence that encircles the property. In the courtyard there are three different covered tables where the clients hang out, smoke cigarettes, play cards, and tell lies. There is always a couple staff members on property when the clients are there including two on property all night long.

The clients have an 11:00pm curfew and after that they can come down and smoke one by one but the hope is to get them to sleep no later than midnight. The overnight employees have some bullshit cleaning jobs they have to do and the switch off but usually one is in the courtyard at all times. Now some clients have difficulty sleeping  especially those coming of any opiates and so some of the new clients are either up a lot of the night  or are up at the crack of dawn hanging in the courtyard. So really there is rarely any time that nobody is ever in the courtyard so to pull something off would take some skills.

One morning just as the sun is coming up and a few clients trickle down one noticed something and starts to freak out. A staff member is out there with them and comes over to the table to see what has the client so upset. The staff member walks to the table, looks down and there it is again, one long solid brown log and the Unibomber has struck once again. Soon after all the clients are in the courtyard and the talk is all about, who the fuck is shitting every place? Nobody has any idea, everybody is under suspension, and the props are going out to the sick fucker whomever it may be.

Personally I think the Unibomber shit in their apartment and planted the log on the table as I'm not sure how they had time to squat over a table, in the middle of the courtyard without anybody taking notice, either as they were shitting or just thereafter.

Of course there is another group about this but nobody 'fesses up. The staff has a meeting and we discuss who it might be, how and when they are doing it, and why they are doing it. Everybody was baffled.

Now when clients discharge, their paperwork and meds are processed by the overnight crew, they are taken to the main facility then either they are picked up, taken to the airport, whatever it is that has been arranged. Now the morning crew in getting everybody ready to leave for the main facility, strips down the beds of those leaving, puts all the bedding and towels into their laundry basket and it goes into the office where the overnight staff washing it and recycles it for the new clients that come in.

Sometimes some of the more serious clients will pack up their baskets and bring them down trying to help out and to show that they have changed and are ready for a wonderful life of sobriety. Maybe 25% of so will bring their baskets to the office. On this day there was only one client leaving so the client said they are finishing up and will bring the basket down right after their shower.

So the day staff is getting everybody ready to get into the vans (druggie buggies) and it's usually a moment of slight chaos and just as they are getting ready to lock up the client who is discharging gives the staff their laundry basket. The staff member slides the laundry basket into the office and away everybody goes.

The afternoon shift brings all the clients back to the apartment after a day of groups so this shift pulls up that day, unloads all the equipment and clients and goes into the office to start the paperwork for this shift. The guy working opens the door and is nearly knocked out by the stench wondering what the fuck is that. He and the other staff member on duty go into the office trying to identify the horrific odor. At about the same time they see the laundry basket sitting there and both figure oh no. They pull some of the top linens out of the basket and sure enough, no one log this time but a massive pile of shit is on a towel in the middle of the laundry basket. Apparently the Unabomber left a going away present and also wanted everybody to know exactly who they were.

The person who discharged that day. A 28 year old WOMAN. A mother of two, a crackhead from a rural part of Florida. She was mostly quiet, didn't socialize all that much, came out to smoke but mostly kept to herself in her room. Let's just say, nobody of all the clients and staff would have every guessed this to be the Unabomber...and a woman no less. Unreal.

So my first edition of Rehab Reality. There are many many more stories most not nearly as gruesome as that one, but real stories of real people who are sick and twisted trying to salvage something with their lives.

Hope everybody is well as June is already upon us.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Momentum

Testing, Testing, Testing 1,2,3, Testing, Testing, 1,2,3.

Just seeing if this thing still works. Yes? Alive and well. Down in Florida workin' for the man. Hope to have another business up and running by the fall. Still driving the ladies crazy and man do I love the variety here in South Florida. South American, Euro, American, Jewish American Princess, all tan and fit from working out, mmmmmmmm.

I was thinking of reviving this place. Maybe some poker exploits from the biggest fish tank in all the world. Some crazy women stories for the likes of my boy Waffles, and what should be really great stories from work.

Now most work stories would probably suck ass but I have the writer's paradise of working in a drug and alcohol treatment center. All sorts of young 20 something, upper middle class, opiate addicts, crackheads, and alcoholics. I'm not sure if most will find it sad, but for those familiar with addiction I'd like to think it would be hysterical insane, which is what it really is.

So let's hope for some motivation, and some good work stories, and some poker wins, and some banging of hot bitches.

Hope you are all well.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Zata. You got my Money?

So much has gone on, so many stories to tell, no John not Penthouse letters, adventures abound, chaos everywhere, somehow I'm surviving.

Hope I can beat:

The United States of America

vs.

Donald A. Wade Jr.

I mean State of Florida or State of Massachusetts or State of Missouri (yes they all filed) but the United States of America? Guess I shouldn't post about not liking the IRS or the Federal Government.

I regress.

I hadn't thought about it in a long time but I think my favorite female name is Alicia. Thankfully I learned to spell it properly. I met Alisha during the 4th of July weekend (story and pics to follow, some have been seen on twitter.) and made the Alicia comments and how she almost had the coolest name but just didn't get there,(neither did I duh) but anyway, I think Alicia is a great name. Hi Alicia.

Saturday. Saturday night. Sunday morning. Man you would have thought Jungle Juice was involved but nope, just my normal idiocy. Perhaps I was even cock blocked by a Grandma. WTF. Really. She needed you to tell her to stop drooling over me and my eyes and charm...and slurring. Damn girl, those five divorces will make a grandma bitter no? I do remember saying....never mind.

Hello, is this the AA Intergroup? Yes? Oops wrong number.

No regrets right.

Balls to the wall.

Ya Throm (no link he doesn't post anymore), I own you some pics. Keep your "hat" on dick.

Be well all.

Miami Don

post script. Sorry for the getaway of parenthesis. Next time (if I learn) I'll rip the shit out of colons but not semi colons.