Carry on Gaming! pt1: gameage!

Tut tut to me for the lax blogging! ~no excuses; just been thrust thru a rollercoaster spiralling wild ride to the dizzying heights of my game before plummeting the depths of Dante's eight circles of inferno.

so my wing left -im still sad about this, but proud. Proud because i've friends that are busy building real lives as professional journalists, doctors, football trainers etc etc

it was a quiet walk round the haunts that hold jaded memories of all the smiles & adventures we had. Walking to his bus stop, the normally jovial acordian player played a sombre woeful accompanied by a mute brass section -did he know i couldn't smile that day? we crossed thru the town centre, an empty town centre, with the music fading in the distance -all we needed was a fucking sunset and i'd have probably shed a tear .........still, stiff upper lip, we did our 'playa-playa' fist slappin' greetings and said goodbye.............

With Silker on his way to chicago i dusted my self off, there was only one way i'd be able to deal with the life that had passed -having a new one to build and look foreward too!

I got onto the manchester lair forum and PMd some of the new folks about day game.

And so began a new chapter with Stephen. We met, chatted and hit the streets of manc, each red brick catterwhauling tales of me and Silker :/ -i told Stephen, who had little day game experience, i wanted to teach him the method i'd be putting together from the English and French expertise. A full day game package with inner game stuff finding its roots from DeAngelo, Tony Robbins etc An extensive fashion guide to suit all hair, eye and skin tone combinations, including build and frame. And finally, my piece de la resistance! my day game game package explaing every minute detail of -the walk up, the micro second before opening, opening, running game, body language, kino escalation, canned material, exercises, tasks and some random notes.

He'd learn to day game as good as i can for free -and i could fine tune my work and understand perfectly the hows and whys.

i had to practically throw him into his first set. By his third day out with me, he had two number closes -solid or not, it was an amazing start!

It'd be unfair to detail his progress here -hypocratic oath or something like that.

For me, my financial embarressment had reached plummeted new depths -i was training people for 6-8 hour sessions in exchange for toilet roll and bread, if they felt they'd really learned something.

something had to change! i had to find work -not only to eat but to build the life i want; muay thai, salsa, NLP training!

So i had to leave Stephen, in the worst possible place of training! i dont know if he's keeping it up -as with all, he is his biggest obsticle, if he can push himself on his own he'll be amazing, i already know this! that's why i put like 80hours of work in with him for a couple of loaves of bread.
I've faith in him.

It seemed so formal to say goodbye, and the whole scene churned of when Silker had jetted off -fuck it! i went job hunting HARD! not taking no's or we'll see as an answer!

i got a job at ........
wait for it.............

::drumRoll::

BAKE STATION

i know
i know
my mum is sooooooooo effing proud!
whatever, it's work, i like it and the peeps are sound!
the boss actually gives a shit -he's a bitter passionate crazy old guy who always has me in stitches when he snaps at everyone about everything -customers, israel, workers -he prob thinks im as crazy as i think he is im cracking up so much!

and his son is just a wicked stoner lad, i buzz off his insights on life, a clever scally is always a cherished ally!