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“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
~ Frank Herbert, Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear, Dune
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
~ Frank Herbert, Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear, Dune
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Hi, My Name Is Allan, and I’m a Compulsive Gambler
https://www.thefp.com/p/hi-my-name-...tm_source=cross-post&r=5pvln&utm_medium=email
I started gambling in the hallways of my middle school in Chicago when I was 9 or 10. My friends and I would play some corrupted version of poker; we’d give each other no interest loans, and be late for class.
I didn’t know it then, but this was the beginning of my years as a compulsive gambler. I was on my way to rock bottom—a place I’d go on to visit three times before I finally cleaned up my act.
Around 11, I learned how to read the betting lines—those are the point spreads used to determine the odds for a given bet—in the Chicago Sun-Times. Soon I was making up different characters, giving them bankrolls, and tracking their bets using the newspaper. I named them—they were always men—and kept track of all their information (who was up, who was down) in a series of notebooks. I’d make all their bets. I did not get good grades.
By the time I was 13, all I wanted for my birthday was my own bookmaker. My friend Randi’s father was a bookie, and I would incessantly ask him to be mine. “When you’re 18, kid,” he would bark back at me, cigarette falling out of his mouth.
And so on. Interesting read, after a fashion.
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I started gambling in the hallways of my middle school in Chicago when I was 9 or 10. My friends and I would play some corrupted version of poker; we’d give each other no interest loans, and be late for class.
I didn’t know it then, but this was the beginning of my years as a compulsive gambler. I was on my way to rock bottom—a place I’d go on to visit three times before I finally cleaned up my act.
Around 11, I learned how to read the betting lines—those are the point spreads used to determine the odds for a given bet—in the Chicago Sun-Times. Soon I was making up different characters, giving them bankrolls, and tracking their bets using the newspaper. I named them—they were always men—and kept track of all their information (who was up, who was down) in a series of notebooks. I’d make all their bets. I did not get good grades.
By the time I was 13, all I wanted for my birthday was my own bookmaker. My friend Randi’s father was a bookie, and I would incessantly ask him to be mine. “When you’re 18, kid,” he would bark back at me, cigarette falling out of his mouth.
And so on. Interesting read, after a fashion.
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Welcome to the world of long-range shooting, where excitement meets a zen-like focus that challenges your breathing and trigger control. This discipline isn’t just for a select few anymore; it has evolved into a serious division within the shooting culture. With traditional classes available nationwide and a vibrant long-range competition community, enthusiasts continue to grow while pursuing their own Magic Mile challenge.
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The Magic Mile – Super Long-Range Shooting
Welcome to the world of long-range shooting, where excitement meets a zen-like focus that challenges your breathing and trigger control. This discipline isn’t just for a select few anymore; it has evolved into a serious division within the shooting culture. With traditional classes available nationwide and a vibrant long-range competition community, enthusiasts continue to grow while pursuing their own Magic Mile challenge.
And so on.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Battle_of_Adobe_Walls
On the third day after the initial attack, 15 Indian warriors rode out on a bluff nearly a mile away to survey the situation. At the behest of one of the hunters, Dixon, renowned as a crack shot, took aim with a rifle that he had borrowed from Hanrahan and cleanly dropped a warrior from atop his horse. "I was admittedly a good marksman, yet this was what might be called a 'scratch' shot."
It is said that Dixon took aim with a quickly borrowed .50-90 Sharps buffalo rifle (as, according to his biography, he only had a .45-90 Sharps and felt it could not reach). He knocked the Native man off his horse, killing him. Understanding how far the guns could fire, the Natives then withdrew and left the settlement alone. Dixon’s shot was measured at over 1,500 yards, earning him a position on the list of longest recorded sniper kills.
On the third day after the initial attack, 15 Indian warriors rode out on a bluff nearly a mile away to survey the situation. At the behest of one of the hunters, Dixon, renowned as a crack shot, took aim with a rifle that he had borrowed from Hanrahan and cleanly dropped a warrior from atop his horse. "I was admittedly a good marksman, yet this was what might be called a 'scratch' shot."
It is said that Dixon took aim with a quickly borrowed .50-90 Sharps buffalo rifle (as, according to his biography, he only had a .45-90 Sharps and felt it could not reach). He knocked the Native man off his horse, killing him. Understanding how far the guns could fire, the Natives then withdrew and left the settlement alone. Dixon’s shot was measured at over 1,500 yards, earning him a position on the list of longest recorded sniper kills.
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