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So bout time I update this Itinerary, my busy thread prevented me from doing it any sooner.
So been in Santa Cruz for a few days now and only just been able to get a bed in the hostel tonight. Popular as hell travellers town and they have one hostel! So been ripped off by busto motels the rest of the time. Got a few tales to tell, but nothing balling in the sense of fucking multiple bitches or injecting smack, if you tuned in for those things, go browse FTR and get better at poker instead!
So I gotta make this semi breif because I just met some middle aged tennis player dude who wanted to go toss some frisbee on the beach. I guess I'll do that for now since I have no other leads. Here's a day by day breakdown of what I've being doing so far.
Monday
I went down to San Jose to meet up with My friend Cara and some of her people. Went to her local bar and argued with her American friends a lot about why the british are so much more awesome than Americans, all in good jest of course. Shame people can't ever tell when I'm joking due to my blunt/dry ways. So many good jokes lost in the mists of presumed insult. Got pretty fucked up went back to hers, had to crash on a shitty sofa and then get up at 7am to catch the bus to Santa Cruz since she was going to work.
Tuesday
Arrived in Santa Cruz at the sickly time of 8am. There wasn't much going on and all I could think about was sleep so I treked around trying to find decently priced hotels after i discovered the hostel was full and had an 11 o clock curfew, i really wanted to party a little later than that it being my first night in SC and all. So as I was walking down the wharf this little hippy girl comes up and is like "Hey you, have you seen my guitar?" I'm like "Nah sorry" and she starts telling me all about her night and how fucked up she got etc etc and then about how we met because we'd manifested each vother and willed it to happen. Apparently energies and manifestation are the only way to be happy in life and the more positive shit you transmit the more good things happen. She would be all happy one minute then be crying the next and I bought her some pizza since she'd lost everything and what not. Then I checked into a busto motel and slept for a few hours. "next time you see me I'll have collected a whole new inventory" she told me, I didn't see her again after that. As long as she keeps transmitting positive energies though nothing bad will happen espeically not her bronchitis which she already has. I guess she must have manifested that too, poor choice of manifestation imo.
Then I get up at like 5pm and go eat Indian food because all I'd had was mexicans and shit for the last few nights. Although I must say, Taqueria is awesome. I then went wandering equipped with beers in my bag, because yeah I was alone and had the challenge of finding the travellers, or someone to hang out with in a beach town full of children, families and fat ugly smelly hairy rude leeching tramps. I found these two dudes and struck up a conversation, then some cop came and told us to stop smoking on the wharf, and that we were lucky not to have been fined shitloads of money or what not. We went into town and got into their friends car, before driving to the cliffs to drink some beers. These kids were such mega stoners, like all they did was smoke bowls then laugh about dumb fucking shit. They spoke in this californian stoner language and so were pretty difficult to understand.
Wednesday
I headed to the beach to attempt to tan my white ass. Kinda worked and I avoided getting burnt to shit, but then the weather isn't super hot here, in fact today it's plain meh. In the morning I'd met the most irritating person I've ever met in my life. I was in the busto indoor pool of the busto motel when a busto old crazy californian lady comes in. She's immediately telling me about how all her family are Scottish blah blah. But she's didn't talk to me, she just shouted shit at me consntatly and drew terrible inaccurate sloppy maps on the side of the pool, splashing water all over the [place to show me hoe Wales was an Island at the top of Scotland. Then I'd dip under water to get the fuck away and she'd continue shouting at me. it wasn't the case that I could even ignore her since she asked direct questions then waited for answers which she could ignore and shout more nonsense over. She'd be like "Have you ever seen the Channel Islands." And I'd be like "Nah I've never been..." and she'd be like "Pirates of the Carribian was a great film, my husband is dead now, but he used to work hard and at the weekends i'd go party. You know what I mean?" I'd respond "Uhh yeah."
So I'm walking back from the beach and this dude holds out his hand at me. it's a grubby ass hand so I assume he wants money and just walk on. Then he's shouting at me walking behind me. "Hey can i not get a 5! Where you from buddy? You wanna live? You punk ass bitch go back to where you come from! I'll knife you in the head buddy. You wanna live? Keep walking buddy!" So I have no idea what's up with that, but assume he's just some stupiud drunk ass hobo and walk on. Last thing I want is gettin' arrested or some shit in Santa Cruz. And yeah, I guess I wanted to live.
At night I go check out the busto ass cards room. where they run a 1/3 game where the max bet is 100 and on the wall it reads "Check and then raise is legal" lolololol wtf. I need to go there and take a picture of that sign for you guys. So the players are all the usual weak passive and defend their blinds 100% of the time. I had to tighten my stealing ranges a little as a result and broke even after being really really card dead for 2 hours. Can't wait for vegas and decent regular games. That starts Saturday.
Last night I go wandering again and see what I can find in the way of company. There really isn't much to pick from. i speak to one dude who then tells me that A: He's gay, B: He has a massive dick and C: I'm hot. Despite this he was a pretty chilled dude so i had a beer with him before heading on. I couldn't be bothered with the bullshit of approaching loads of random people in this town filled with families, kids and bums, so just went and slept at a lame ass time - not very ballin I know 
I'm heading back to San Fran tomorrow to sleep before my early morning flight to Vegas. defo going to stay in hostels when I get there and look to meet a few people and drink/party etc before I get fully stuck into the pokers. Traveling alone is fine and all but in the words of Alexander Supertramp: "Happiness is only real when shared" There's a lot of truth in that so yeah could do with a bit more company other than Californian leeches trying to bum my cigarettes every 3 fucking seconds. Adios for now. Stay tuned for Vegas updates.
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Originally Posted by d0zer
Good luck at the tables.
