To me, life is just a series of decisions, with different outcomes with different probabilities and each one leads to a new decision tree, with a new set of outcomes and probabilities.
The butterfly effect is pretty cool in a way, but pretty cruel in another.
Let me try and depict my day in a graphical form.
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The series of events that had to take place for me to end up outside a leicester strip club at 330am this morning was quite remarkable.
This is not a good story by the way! Nothing good at all happened today!
Said sequence of events is kind of boring as told as a story, so the picture above depicts it better. Basically I busted the GPS in an unlucky hand, I was really tilted by another 15 hours and two days of liver tournament poker wasted. It's literally been probably 10 out of my last 12 tournaments I've made the top 20% of the field and not cashed. Probably 150 hours of play without a cash. Getting so brutal.
Since Deadman and PJ had driven home yesterday without me, and the train is a 4.5 hour, 3 stop, £80 affair I waited around for a few hours until Gascoigne Jr busted as he could drive us to London. He unfortunately bubbled, but at least we could get the hell out of Southend. Oh no wait. The local police were keeping us prisoner for an hour as the Carnival was passing by.
This meant I missed the last train home. Ed dropped me at the bus station. Bus to nottingham isn't until 1130, (got there at 1015). Never mind. Go to buy ticket. Sold out. Bus to Derby also at 1130 OK fine. Not ideal but I'm sure Mitch wouldn't mind picking me up. He does live in Derby after all. Oh wait. Worst friend ever.
Hmm maybe I'll get off at Loughborough and PJ will pick me up. Yes he'll do that! Best friend ever. Not really, but he's a good friend
Bus driver stops after half an hour and says he is bound by the law to have a half an hour break! There's literally a program that will fine him if he drives anymore until he has a break for half an hour! Ridiculous! So this is going well.
I fall asleep on the bus and wake up and ring PJ. He's gone to Leicester. MARV.
We haven't actually gone past Leicester yet so it's not that bad, I just get out at Leicester, and lo and behold, shining bright like a diamond, right next to the bus stop, is Platinum's Gentleman's club OI OI!
This could turn the worst day ever into perhaps a less shit one. I got changed out of my hoodie into a jumper that I could get into a strip club in. Very excited about turning the night around and ballin' it up in Leicesters finest gentleman's club. I knew PJ would be up for it. He's always up for it.
Not tonight. He wasn't having it. LOL VARIANCE.
Got home at 415 and it just seems funny now, but make no mistake this was an almighty shit day!
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