Last spring my parents gave me an ultimatum and a choice to either go to inpatient rehab for marijuana addiction or homelessness. I chose to be homeless. I really didn't like that they were trying to force me to go to an inpatient 12 step program for marijuana which I wasn't about to abstain from. I knew once in the system they would just keep sending me back because I had no plans on quitting smoking.
Lucky I had a friend who was willing to take me in and we ended up fixing and selling mobile phone as a business. That lasted for a few months and saved up some money and bought a car and decided to relocate to California. We were planning on selling the car once we got to California but he had other plans and secretly went behind my back and made arrangements to fly back to Minnesota once the car was sold. I doubt that his parents would let me live with them if I returned because they were against us leaving in the first place. So I ditched him and took the car. I knew he would be OK because he made friends with this homeless guy from LA and stopped focusing on work and starting spending most of their time playing computer games together.
After that I got a job as a dishwasher/delivery boy and have been saving up $750 every two weeks. I could easily afford an apartment but living in my car wasn't as terrible as i thought it would be and I wanted to save my money instead of giving half away every month to a land lord. I got the idea that I would build up a proper bank roll and give poker a shot.
In California the gambling age is 21 so I made plans to fly to Florida on January 24th. By then I'll have $8000 saved up. I've played poker back in Minnesota and was a winning player over a smallish sample size of 100 hours winning over $2000 at the casino and I was the best poker player out or my 12 or so friends that I played home games with starting when I was 15. So I'm confident that I can beat the lower limits NLHE games easy at any casino.
But I have some apprehensions about moving to another state all by myself. First for the last 3 weeks I've been trying to find housing in Florida. It's been a lot harder than I thought it would be. I've got a $600 monthly budget but when ever I find something that looks promising people don't want to take a risk on some guy from out of state or they don't want to reserve it for me. I had one promising arrangement for bunk mates for $360 a month but they wanted me to send $250 security deposit as a money order with out any sort of rental agreement and I decided I didn't want to risk it.
I'm feeling the pressure now and it's starting to stress me out. I need to sell my car. I need to get ride of most my stuff. I need to buy a cell phone. I need to figure out how I'm going to get to the airport. I need to find a place to live. I really want to move on with my life and start making a name for my self.
I could really could use a joint right now but my car radiator is leaking badly and I can't risk the 45 minute drive to Berkeley so I can buy some weed at People's Park. I haven't smoked weed for 3 months now the longest I've gone since I was 14. I really miss smoking but my desire to be successful is stronger than my desire to smoke.
I can't wait for the day when I'm living in LA playing 5-10 at the casino with a medical marijuana card 100,000 in my bank account and flexing my success all over Facebook for my friends and family to see that I don't need them I did this all on my own. That's 2-3 years away and it's not going to be an easy road. One way or another I'll make it then I'll focus on being an entrepreneur and start gunning for a billion.
Realisticly this is probably about 1 in a million but I'm still gonna try. Worst case scenario I'll get a couple of good stories out of it then I'll go back to college and find another way to build myself up. But I will never abstain from marijuana I might takes breaks from it now and then but that will be my own choice. I'm the master of my own existence the second you give that up you become a slave.
Peace, ~Dave Rose