I Might Need Some Help

The one and only comment on by blog is that I should get some help.  If you read it, the author indicates that their remarks are of concern, and not to be construed as rude.
I can see how the author of the comment might think that I would react that way, but I want to assure the author that I take no offense, and that it is cool that you were so honest.

I think that counseling is just a means of paying someone to be your friend.  And if it is cost free counseling then I conclude that counseling is just a way of making friends that have the same problem.

Yet, in the end, we all know quite well that the end result of counseling is to have the patient take control of their own life.  So I will skip the counseling, and go for the ride.

And I can say that,  without clear thinking,  because I just returned from the Meadowlands Racetrack and have. for the 3rd consequetive day , had a profitable outcome.  So I am a little elated right now and I have those "maybe I can make a living at this" feeling again. 

I may need some help, but I will wait till I go to the Racetrack again tomorrow.  It is supposed to be 88 degrees.  I will enjoy the grandstand and the call of the races in a pleasant surrounding.

Don't Tease Me.....I Think I Finally Have The Answer

I was up for 6 hours last night testing and making simulated bets on the horses with a system that I have been searching for, for months.

Since most horse selection systems generally depend on a culmanation of facts about each horses past performance in previous races, and how they will predict the performance of each horse in the race they are entered in today, the selection one bets on is usually decided on how each individual bettor determines these stats.

I oppose this style of betting because of the statistic that dominates the racing industry year after year.  And that disturbing statistic is that the horse that the public (all the people who bet on the horses that day) selects to be the most dependable horse to win a particular race based on that horses past performances only wins 33% of the time.

This is a clear indication that the public does not know how to select a winner, but conversly , it does statistically verify that the public knows quite well how to pick the loser 67 % of the time.

My system conversly incorporates this statistic to allow me to capitalize on the horses that are beating the favorite (horses that are bet heavily to win by the public) , and turn the tables in my favor.  Using probability and statistics, I have developed a system that will generate a continuous income from betting on the horses.

It was like having a crystal ball today at the Meadowlands Racetrack, as I finally collected more cash at the window than I invested.       

I will test my system for 5 more days before I reveal it to the readers of my blog.

Finally, I might be able to avoid some natural disasters, and at the same time help others who might like to find and easy and fun way to make some cash.

No family to spend Easter with, so I will be at the track again tomorrow (if it is open) to see if I can profit again. Oh, today I made a $225 profit using my Crystal Ball system.

Check back tomorrow evening for my latest result. Perhaps I might have to rename my blog to something more positive.

The Horse Races on a Warm Spring Day

I am putting the finishing touches on this toy chest I created.  What do you think?

So, I went to the horse races instead of Atlantic City with my $621.

First, I stopped at All Star Limousine for a job application.

Then I traveled to Elizabeth, NJ to see if an old ex go-go girl girlfriend of mine could hook me up with one bone to smoke.  I was feeling a little sick and sometimes a little weed eases the pain. So, with my limited funds, I threw her $20 and we proceeded to 
a pick up spot.

I dread going anywhere with this girl because she hangs out with the dregs of life. On one occasion when I was helping her, I was mugged by one of her Latin King friends and sucker punched from behind in my face.  I was in the hospital for 5 days with a fractured orbit and jaw, and my mouth was wired shut for 44 days.  A lot of pain with a lot of percocet.

So I am always edgy now when I am near this girl.  I have a weapon with me at all times now, and I am prepared to use it in self defense.

The weed arrived and off we went to the Meadowlands Racetrack.  Even though it seems like the dregs of life hang out at the track, the open feeling of the arena, combined with the excitement of gambling, helps to release a lot of anxiety.

Being very scared of losing my only money, I was very frugal with my bets.  And it may be a man thing, but no matter how broke I am, I always pay for the girls food and drink, and I even let her bet $2 per rack so she was not bored.

By the end of my session, I had won enough to pay for the expense of being there and I was ready to get rid of the girl and go home.

I may go to Atlantic City today since it is warm again.  But they won't give me a comp room tonite so maybe not.

Real Life Drama...Right Before Your Eyes!

So this blogging stuff might just be getting a little out of hand.

I used to be able to hide my actions.  But now I am documenting them?  I have been reviewing a lot of blogs since I hooked up with blog clicker, and they are fun to read.

Most are used to generate a sale of some sort, yet others make life

observations.  I don't usually read any bad or sad stuff that people

write.  Most of it seems to be upbeat and how great their life is going.

I even read one bio where the author said that their life was so great,

that they wished there was more time in each day.   

   And here I am, documenting my actions.  Actions that most often lead me to despair and poverty.  Well, at least I know if I am still blogging, I am paying my Media bill.

So, one more day till I go to Atlantic City, with the only money that I have to my name ($621), to play some blackjack, in an attempt to accumulate enough to pay off my month's bills.

I am supposed to go to a Comedy Club show tonight in New York City.  The show is $12, and the Parking will be $15. So if I sell some products on Ebay, I should be able to go.  If anyone reads my blog, you can see the items I sell on Ebay if you go to the site and enter my Seller ID - Sellquest007.  Maybe I have something you need or want.  I do sell Gillette Razor blades, so maybe I have your brand.

Ok, I am going to go have a Taylor Ham sandwich on a roll.  That makes me happy for about 10 minutes.

Impending Disaster.....the sequel to Natural Disasters.

You , the reader, will now be privy to an act I intend to commit later this week, and get a first hand account of how my life is a continual erruption of self destruction.  And yet, even with me knowing the potential for the many casualties it may inflict on my life, I rationalize and convince myself that I have no other alternative.

                                                

So, what is it I intend to do?  Well, I am down to only about $50 cash in total "on hand" money available to me.  What that means is, not until the first of April will I be able to have any cash.  That day I get my one source of income (my pension) in the mail.  The dollar amount has been drastically reduced by the levies anchored to my account and leaves me with a paltry $621.

Just writing that down ($621) has put a nail the coffin of decision.  My expenses to live where I am at (one bedroom apt.) will far exceed the money I expect to receive.  You see, I only have one more source of income, my social security check, which arrives on the third of April.  That check has also been dipped into by the IRS again, and clears at another limp $779.  And that's it, folks!  Not a hell of a lot to work with.

My thinking now is if I don't have enough hands on cash now to pay all my monthly bills, then if I have even less it still does not get any worse.  Because if even one bill can't be covered by the total monthly money in my pocket, that bill alone will always be compounding every month.  So I must gamble the $621, and attempt to gather a victory.

But I want you to see right now, right above these lines of verse, that it is that kind of thinking throughout my entire adult life that precipitate the Natural Disasters in my life.

                                         

On Thursday , I am going to go to Atlantic City and attempt to play a slow game and accumulate the additional funds that will be required to pay my bills this month.  I must really win.  I almost don't want to think about where I will be if I lose that $621.  I hate to say it , but then I might have to get a job.  I was thinking perhaps a limo driver.  With gas and the economy the way it is, only the rich people are taking limos.  And with the tipping policy for cabbies hanging in there around 20%, the potential of making some easy large money is inevitable.  And that would be great for me , (since I am 55), to just
drive around.  Sounds easy, right?  I guess we'll see.

Maybe A Light At The End Of The Tunnel

I have been researching some of the newer multi level programs out there on the Internet, and a lot look like I could finally make some money.

Stay with me as I join and then post my results.

Maybe I could make some new friends and get them some money too.

Maybe no more "Natural Disasters"

The Family Business

My Dad owns 2 Taxi Medallion (franchises) that permit him to operate cabs at Newark Airport.  Each Taxi franchise is worth about $500,000 a piece.  The cab drivers buy their own cab, maintain them, fuel them, and clean them.  My father insures the cabs every year, with the cost of that insurance coming in around $24,000.

The cab drivers make their own hours when determining how much work and driving they want to do that day.  And my father did not care one way or another about how long the drivers worked as long as they put $800 cash per week, per cab, in the lockbox outside my fathers door in New Providence.

Now with that lockbox getting filled with $1600 cash per week , it is easy to see what a sweet deal my Dad set up. Especially since the business was off the books, and that entire amount deposited each week went right in his pocket.  Don't ask me how my Dad pulled that one off, but he was able to keep this business hush hush for the past 20 years.  That is, until he died at 79 years of age and my Mom took over.

My mother decided shortly after his death, to legitimatize it.  So after 20 years of the cab business being a great source of "under the table" income, mom had it incorporated.  This new form of doing business requires paperwork, for all the world to see, especially the IRS.

My Dad died in 2008 and I was sure that I would be the one to assist in running the cab business.  They would remain in my mother's name, but I would help with the leg and paper work.  Not so.  I was shut off from the business as my younger brother was called upon to help run the cabs now.  I was shocked that my mother would do such a thing and since that time, we have not spoke to each other.

For someone as poor as I, inherenting something would have helped.  Just another Natural Disaster, I suppose.